Dear friends, we last saw each other as I was being woken up by my hungry stomach that made me fall off a bench in Central Park. Ah, the memories.
Realizing that my stomach's growling was drowning out tourist chitchat in Central Park I decided to finally feed it.
I went back to the hotel and called my old New York friends for a lunch date.
No one had time for me.
Sad.
So with friends like these ( I am kidding, I really do understand people have their own lives) I decided to eat lunch alone.
I stepped outside the Marriott hotel and for the first time since arriving in New York I noticed something strange. Everyone around me was ridiculously tall. And I don't mean the ''I'm a model, you know what I mean, And I do my little turn on the Catwalk'' type of tall. I mean TALL.
Either I had shrunk, or New Yorkers had all embraced steroids.
Or t'was the shoes.
I had time to look at all those fantastically tall shoes in a long line to Laduree. For french macaroons. I would have continued standing in line too, they are delicious, but the high heels were freaking me out.
Really freaking me out....
Finally away from the high heels I found a good place to eat, not that New York lacks good restaurants, but I was looking for a place that had outside seating so I could people watch, or in this case -
- dog watch.
Even dogs have nice shoes in this town. And then I thought 'Why not me then?' It don't matter that I have no mula. That's what credit cards are for. In true Scarlet O'Hara fashion, I thought to myself as I made my way to Bergdorf Goodman, 'I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.'
As I was sipping my champagne, and trying out the next pair of Balmain shoes, I got a call from my friend Malika Green, a classmate from SAIC who is now an independent shoe designer.
As it happens we have talked about working on a project together for sometime now, and she was ready to start serious work.
We got together after lunch and commenced work.
It was Great! We met and after a few hours had our first sketch for the project for Berlus..
Wait. Are you here?
So you are. Crap. I've said too much. Forget it all!
Erase it from your memory! RIGHT NOW!
Malika and I will continue working on this project and in the meantime you should get our own project and stop gawking at mine!
When we are ready with this person's shoe or shoes we WILL share it or them with you.
All in all my day was complete. Good food, fancy shoes, even fancier shoe project- that night I slept like a baby with a box of Laduree under my pillow. Now go away and come back in four days, if you want to find out how I went back in time at NYU and fended off an attack of a bold (hair and attitude wise) man on a cell phone. Oh, and there will be a new design posting very soon. Get excited!
Realizing that my stomach's growling was drowning out tourist chitchat in Central Park I decided to finally feed it.
I went back to the hotel and called my old New York friends for a lunch date.
No one had time for me.
Sad.
So with friends like these ( I am kidding, I really do understand people have their own lives) I decided to eat lunch alone.
I stepped outside the Marriott hotel and for the first time since arriving in New York I noticed something strange. Everyone around me was ridiculously tall. And I don't mean the ''I'm a model, you know what I mean, And I do my little turn on the Catwalk'' type of tall. I mean TALL.
Either I had shrunk, or New Yorkers had all embraced steroids.
Or t'was the shoes.
I had time to look at all those fantastically tall shoes in a long line to Laduree. For french macaroons. I would have continued standing in line too, they are delicious, but the high heels were freaking me out.
Really freaking me out....
Finally away from the high heels I found a good place to eat, not that New York lacks good restaurants, but I was looking for a place that had outside seating so I could people watch, or in this case -
- dog watch.
Even dogs have nice shoes in this town. And then I thought 'Why not me then?' It don't matter that I have no mula. That's what credit cards are for. In true Scarlet O'Hara fashion, I thought to myself as I made my way to Bergdorf Goodman, 'I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.'
As I was sipping my champagne, and trying out the next pair of Balmain shoes, I got a call from my friend Malika Green, a classmate from SAIC who is now an independent shoe designer.
As it happens we have talked about working on a project together for sometime now, and she was ready to start serious work.
We got together after lunch and commenced work.
It was Great! We met and after a few hours had our first sketch for the project for Berlus..
Wait. Are you here?
So you are. Crap. I've said too much. Forget it all!
Erase it from your memory! RIGHT NOW!
Malika and I will continue working on this project and in the meantime you should get our own project and stop gawking at mine!
When we are ready with this person's shoe or shoes we WILL share it or them with you.
All in all my day was complete. Good food, fancy shoes, even fancier shoe project- that night I slept like a baby with a box of Laduree under my pillow. Now go away and come back in four days, if you want to find out how I went back in time at NYU and fended off an attack of a bold (hair and attitude wise) man on a cell phone. Oh, and there will be a new design posting very soon. Get excited!
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