Day 2 for me of NYFW began with the sherbet colored hues of Dan Liu. The collection was so happy, feminine, and sweet. The gelato colors of the pieces beckoned me towards a beach vacation. Yes, please🙋🏼. Any clothing that instantly makes you feel as if you're relaxed at a resort, dangling a glass of Rosé' while smiling and laughing, is clothing worth owning.

His goal with this collection was not only to conjure up imagery of the ocean and sun, but more so how does the ocean and sun MAKE YOU FEEL? What a gift to give your clients. Emotion through dress is an art form. I wanted to eat these clothes, since they looked delicious. The incorporation of peacock feathers throughout the show was majestic. Who isn't moved by the glory and poise of a peacock, the most magnificent bird on earth. Peacocks hold wonder. Everyone anywhere will stop to watch a peacock fan her feathers. It's one of nature's wonders. Dan Liu transmitted that feeling of lovely wonder into his designs.

My favorite part was when after the show, he appeared to be crying as he was bowing with gratitude. For the audience to feel, the designer must feel first and last. Their emotions bolster those watching. It's wonderful when that connection is made.

"Wonder" was the theme that day, since I wore a Wonder Woman muscle sweatshirt. I paired it with, what else, but these enormous scale, bright red, satin pants. It was her cape as pants‼️. Every super heroine needs her headgear, and my NiniK knit crown was perfect, with its halo of red beaded orbs. Fingerless studded leather gloves always help save the world. Driving home my metallic message was this blindingly gold leather jacket, that's covered in silver and gold hardware. If Michael Jackson and Beyoncé had sex, the result would have been this jacket. We all know that's not happening for numerous reasons, but a Lady can dream. This outfit was a huge hit at the show, it was fun to be stopped about it. I mean, if Fashion Week isn't about superheroes saving lives, than I'm not sure what it's purpose is 😝😉😉... They don't call them "fashion victims" for nothing.

Eat some gelato today🍧, you dessert it.

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Fashion lovers, Blaga babies, foodies, music maniacs, life livers, whatever brings you here today, I leave you with this. This is the blooper reel to end all blooper reels. Ready? You earned it, after listening to me wax philosophical about clothing. Ok, picture it. Day 2, my Wonder Woman look. I was confident, comfortable, and knew I looked unique and fun. I was ready to rock it. I also had my period. The crime scene kind. The only item in my sparkly gold Edie Parker oval shaped purse was a giant, orange maxi pad. I think it was from 1973, before companies became sneakier about feminine product design. If there was a maxi pad museum, this would have been exhibit A. Lady Blaga entered the tent, about to go backstage. A dozen black PR people, clutching their clipboards, were standing around giving orders. I dropped my purse, the pad went flying. As in, it had an actual trajectory that could have been charged my NASA. Tzvia lunged for it. It was too late. There were audible gasps of horror from the aforementioned PR bees. Wanna know what I said? Here goes. "I guess I'm the only chick on this building that still gets her period!" THAT, my Friends, is how Wonder Woman saves her own ass. Every single damn time. I think an ear shattering mic drop is in order. Thank you for following my fashion week journey, it was a pleasure to attend and report back to you. We will resume out regularly scheduled program after you've had your fill. Create, create, create. Ideas, love, laughter, connections, anything worthwhile. That's the message here. It's a good one. Have a beautiful, picture worthy day. Smile, but look like you don't really care📸. Nah, disregard. Look like you do care. It's better that way. I love you, I promise. LB 👁❤️U.

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