blast from the past

and i don't mean this windy, water-logged joke of a day.

i'm talking about a funny front row encounter this afternoon at the carlos campos show. it was still pretty empty. people were trickling in and suddenly i see a very tall guy with dark hair and six days of calculated scruff walk across the runway to greet someone on the other side. it was ruben. remember him? it's important to note that we worked together at my very first "real" job in publishing at the teeny bopper mag, when he was 29 and i was 21 and i thought he was ancient and now that i'm the age he was when i met him, it's a strange feeling. he came over and ended up sitting next to me for the show. he's still the same. name-dropping, designer-dropping, club-dropping, "i'm in ralph lauren from head to toe, but i'm wearing dior tonight and after this show, carlos is going to make me a custom suit for opening night of this new club i'm working...one second while i send my girlfriend who happens to be a supermodel a picture using my iphone..." you get the point. and i didn't even embellish. nope. he's just like that and somehow it's mostly endearing. even my super sweet sister who has no patience for such people, finds him entertaining. "how can you hate on someone who is basically a cariacature of themselves?" some of you know what i mean, and i'm sure you're nodding in unison. i hadn't seen him in at least two years, we probably hadn't spoken for almost a year, but he still said "love you," when he hugged me on the way out. funny how the world works, and how certain people that you meet, at certain points in your life, you end up having a special bond with that you're not quite sure why it exists, but it does. and other people slip away so easily, even ones that you thought you had something wonderful with.

the weather was nasty for the first day of fashion week, and my rain boots were at my apartment and since i haven't spent more than two nights there since october, i had to trudge along in not-so-cozy leather boots, tights, and a dress. for some reason i decided that would be a good outfit in a monsoon. i ended up finding a half-hour window to ditch the dress for jeans. i would've been miserable otherwise. the funny thing is, despite the little notes my boyfriend leaves me every morning in a sketch-book, with the temperature and daily "outlook," i left my umbrella at home. i ended up going through THREE umbrellas in two hours, including one (no names mentioned) that apparently retails for $95 that i "borrowed" from our closet at work which lasted for all of five seconds. what a joke. the umbrella that fared the best was a $4.99 one from duane reade, an impulse purchase at around 3:30 today when i also decided i needed to buy a small bag of cadbury mini eggs, since easter is apparently around the corner!!! what a dork.

basically, fashion week is draining but exciting and you never know who you will run into.

and finally, if you only download one song this week, make it "I Sing I Swim," by Seabear. it's slightly fay, but incredibly sweet and soothing.

"throw me a dream please,
it's been a dreamless sleep
for such a long time, such a long time
sing myself awake
watch the branches break
no one could ever take your place."