New York is alive, yes. But it isn't the city that never sleeps. And it does have a big heart sometimes. Other times, not at all. It can be overwhelmingly beautiful and then horrifically ugly. It does not have shades of grey. It is a city of extremes. And in fashion, I both love it and hate it.
I'm saying goodbye to New York tomorrow. I am thrilled and, at the same time, feel an immense sense of loss. New York...what the hell just happened these past six months? My only certain answer is that I spent my time with incredible people.