The Fashion Week is now over, and I actually feel relieved because I’m such a wreck by now. I caught a cold. Despite my desperate attempt to pile up many layers at the risk of sacrificing elegance, I couldn’t cope with the thermal shock between the tropical heat of Costa Rica (100°F in Corcovado) and New York coldness (12°F this morning!). I have a terrible flu, the kind that takes your brain and prevent you from thinking and speaking clearly.
Actually, I don’t mind if this Fashion Week lead me to catching a cold because it was really worth … READ MORE