Alaia, Dries van Noten, Alaia. Well, well, well, fancy meeting my feet in three separate places over the course of the beginning of fashion week right here! Wasn’t sure if those first stems were mine as I’d seen the laser-cut booties running around headless on several other legs too but I’d recognize that stubble just about anywhere. Today I’m off to France and so I guess that means this week in New York is over for me. It’s a little sad, but not really. Sionara, sucka!