Below, a photo essay of what we endured for that oh-so-coveted man.
The crush of people waiting on Mr. Ford. It got rowdy. In Bergdorf. Can you imagine?
Sweet, sweet victory. Aries & I were one of the last people to get the signed headshot and 30 seconds with the man himself. I completely stuttered my way through-- Tom complimented my hair and I just about lost my breath. I did not recover well, and I forgot to tell him what I've always thought: Tom Ford makes life more beautiful for the women who love men. I'm such a fan of the superbly tailored man who's thought of every detail. It's like unwrapping a present.
The only way to survive FNO. Please note the band-aid. It was take no prisoners in Madison Square on my way uptown. But, nothing could stop me so I nipped into a Duane Reade, ditched the torn tights and bandaged up. So very chic.
A beautiful end to a beautiful night...
*scorpio*
