Words and photos by Chanelle Leslie
Time flies when you’re at fashion week. At least I think that’s how the idiom goes. The past three days have been a blur of shooting street style, shows and after-parties, spotted with bouts of what those in the industry like to call ‘fashion flu’ (illness from pure fashion week exhaustion).
Attending Jeremy Scott yesterday was easily one of the highlights of the week, the fabulous stoner rainbow vomit that it was. The show brought out the eclectics of fashion, including of-the-moment photographers the Cobrasnake – who was wearing boardies and an old t-shirt – to Terry Richardson. Not that I care, except that I couldn’t help but think that I knew what Terry Richardson looked like naked. Ew.