I got home to finally review the pics I snapped. I rather like the collection. Inside the Chelsea Art Museum, the music was wailing. An actual person wailing. This put me off like you wouldn't believe. I need to feel more uplifted and pushed out of this odd funk that the new fashion week soundtrack is creating in me.
The embroidered leather jacket was stunningly crafted, the rest of the spring line eluded to world travel. I felt like she was inspired by a rebellious hippy and flower child. Who grew up and wanted to revisit the moment she broke out of herself into a new reality (yes I'm waxing poetic, I can, I have a license).
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