New York is already buzzing two nights before the shows and I haven't even unpacked my first look. Every front-row seat in this city should have my name on it — but the only thing with my name on it so far is the hotel bill. Think you can change that before I get bored?
Three days before the shows and I'm in a private fitting room on Fifth Avenue, stripping through looks none of you could afford. You haven't even earned this view — what makes you think you will?
Saturday night and the only thing I'm wearing is the skyline behind me. The earrings are mine — the Cartier bracelet I want isn't, and someone needs to fix that before the shows start.
Six days until fashion month and my closet looks like a bomb went off — everything's on the floor and I've got nothing left on. Not one of you has earned this view yet, so what are you waiting for?
NYFW schedule just dropped and I'm already pulling looks for every show that deserves me. Every dress in this closet is mine — the Chanel earrings I want aren't. What are you going to do about that?
Nine days until New York and I'm already deciding which shows deserve me — not one of you has earned this view yet. What's your excuse this time?
Building my Milan Fashion Week schedule and the only thing harder to lock down than a Prada front-row seat is someone worth sitting next to. The trip's $16,000 and my patience costs considerably less — step up or stay invisible.
Sunday morning and the only thing missing from these sheets is a Cartier Love Bracelet on my wrist. Think you can fix that before I get bored of waiting?
Two days before Tokyo Fashion Week and I'm already the most wanted thing in this city. Not one of you has sent a single gift to my suite yet — think you can change that before the shows start?
Five days until Venice and my festival wardrobe is still a problem only someone with very good taste and a very high limit can fix. Think that's you?