L's friend, M, was in town last week and due to the snowstorm of the century (which turned out to be just a few inches in New York) her flight was delayed from Friday to Sunday. So, naturally, we celebrated by going to the city and having a few drinks :)
Here is the morning of the storm:
Our drinks before braving the weather:
Manhattan in the snow! :
M and I went to the Museum of Natural History on Saturday. It was great to see. Afterwards, I had the "brilliant" idea to take a nice stroll through Central Park as the snow made it a Winter Wonderland. We were soon clinging for dear life as we slid down the sheets of ice that blanketed Central Park. We saw quite a few wipe outs, and I wasn't sure if we were going to make it out without an injury, but we got lucky! M agreed to accompany me to Lincoln Center to see what we could see of Fashion Week. If you have seen the Sex and the City episode about NY Fashion Week in the winter, it is exactly as they describe in real life. People schlep through the slush and snow in their heels and furs en route to the shows. I have never seen so much fur in this city as I have during this past week.
Sunday saw M's departure and a 10+ mile run, the last long run before my half marathon in a little over a week!
As I left work on Monday, I got a text from L letting me know that one of his friends invited me to a Fashion Week event he had been working on. I literally ran home while Googling appropriate attire to wear to Fashion Week events. Turns out I didn't have any of the online suggestions, so I had to use my best judgement. Skinny jeans, silky teal cowl blouse, and booties it was. Needless to say, I felt a bit out of place when I showed up with my red Columbia jacket and not a huge fur coat. But, whatever. I was never going to see these people again! It was a nice, intimate event at an art gallery called Underline in the Meatpacking District. I drank some wine, took some photos, and looked at some fashion. The show was ready to wear and lingerie, though the focus was really lingerie. I felt a little strange taking pictures of ladies in their undergarments, but quickly pushed that discomfort aside when I realized this may be the only event of this nature I get to attend. It needed to be documented! Here are some photos from the Alisha Trimble event:
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