phil oh for vogue
let me break it down for you, y'all : it's f*cking cold outside. i've never hinted at a curse word in all my years of blogging, but i truly feel it's the only appropriate word to explain the fiercly brutal temperature in the city. waking up this morning to -10* (please note the negative), and walking to the public school show felt more like a darwinian social experiment than a glamorous strut. the brilliant news is that i rubbed elbows with anna wintour. no seriously, i did. literally, did. my life is complete.
in the meantime, enjoy the street style. you better believe these broads weren't outside for more than 30 seconds.