New York Fashion Week is like an acid trip that never ends.From the first day of going to shows onward, you become a style warrior. Figuring out an outfit every morning is hard enough, but trudging through the snow trying to take photos while writing notes of shit you see brings fashion to a whole new playing field.Just like too much acid, too much fashion in one week rarely ends well. In fact, fashion and I have a love-hate relationship. Last Fashion Week I got so sick I took myself to the ER. The goal of this fashion week was to power through the copious amounts of drugs, smoking, not eating, and trudging through the artic cold without getting sick. Clearly, I failed. I do love fashion, but not enough to stand another hospital bill. Not sure how I did it, but thank God I survived. I’ve become another fashion warrior in the NYC power game. Here are a few photos I took throughout my hectic-ass journey of a week.
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Miyako Bellizzi is an NYC-based photographer and stylist. She works as an editorial assistant and Fashion Week correspondent for VICE.
