New York Fashion Week Day 2: The Old Man is Snoring.

NEW YORK. It's raining. It's pouring. My Day 2 is in a bit of a rut due - almost entirely - to that bitch, Tropical Storm Hanna. I'm seriously longing for West Coast weather as the rain pelts down. On two separate occasions I made the trip downstairs from my 5th floor walk-up, bag in hand and a determined smile on face, only to see that it's actually raining harder from ground level! The puddles in the courtyard are an impossible marshland and would prove ruinous to this girl's ensemble.
I was supposed to be at Frank Tell, Levhon and Lerario Beatriz but when life hands you lemons, the smart girl decides to give in and rest up for the next fabulous day where it'll be all lemonade and champagne cocktails. It's Saturday night cable movies and an early bedtime for me.
Early morning at the Lela Rose show at the tents!
LA2DAY writer Leah Melby will continue to update from New York Fashion Week.





















