by Betty BrandHabit
The lights go down; music pulses; a huge roll of fabric is tossed out, the length of the runway; 100 photographic lenses are poised to shoot.
The models emerge, unbelievably waif like and perched on tiny stilettos. Each is a vision of flowing fabric, color, hats, almost tropical; whites and vibrant colors.
7 minutes later it's over.
Somewhere in the chaos we manage to get an invitation to a private dinner and after party.
For the afternoon, we shop and walk until our feet are blistered and we are limping. We stop at the Plaza Hotel for a $40 margarita and a $20 cappuccino. Lolita buys gold Stella McCarthy Adidas. She can walk again. I buy some black camper shoes. We keep shopping. Lolita buys skinny jeans at a cool French boutique. I score 2 pair of camper shoes and brown knee high Paraboots. Then we go back to the hotel to primp for the dinners and parties into the evening.