I arrived in Brooklyn late Friday (which was technically the second day of fashion week), put down my bags and rushed to get ready and head out to the NastyGal after party with my partner in fucking-shit-up, Rachel Lynch. It was easy getting dressed for the occasion in 10 minutes because my Our Prince of Peace pants gave me the perfect dose of sass for a NastyGal party, matched with the comfy but flattering top Motel rushed to me just in time for NYFW.
The NastyGal party was the perfect casual environment away from FW madness to hang with fellow bloggers I HATE BLONDE, Jag Lever, Feral Creature, and Lust for Life. And when I say party, I mean PARTY. Between the open bar, photo ops and struggling to talk about Miley’s tongue over the loud music, it was a mad decent way to start the week. Stay tuned for the rest of the madness.