Tonight’s forecast calls for heavy snow to begin falling around midnight. The air was heavy and cold as I wandered by the tents earlier this evening, where the crew was battening the hatches for Bryant Park’s final New York Fashion Week.
Beginning next season, the shows will move to Lincoln Center. I’m a bit sentimental about the tents’ last stand in this locale, which has been the nexus of my little universe over the past few years, bordered by the grit of the Garment District on one side and the grandeur of the Public Library and Condé Nast on the other (and conveniently located near my most recent homebase in the CUNY newsroom.)
In a couple of days, Fashion Week will hit the fan, and I’ll be running around to cover it for Dossier. But for tonight I’m battening the hatches at home, for one last fashion week at Bryant Park.