It's New York Fashion Week. And because I'm still that 8-year-old girl tracing silhouettes on my Crayola Fashion Designer kit, dreaming of sartorial fame, I actually really care.
And because it's perma-cold here in Toronto, I don't totally hate this look from The Row:
You know what I always say: "All cashmere, all the time." (Edit: I don't own any cashmere.)
See photos from all the runways here. So. Much. Awesome.
I'll post my Oscar-gown predictions soon. Amy Adams, please attend as your American Hustle character. I want to see h-u-g-e hair.