Two hours before the event I was on a ladder, drilling into the ceiling to hang this alien-looking miracle. Now I’m holding a glass of bubbles, pretending I didn’t just survive 24 hours of chaos. Sleep? Maybe next week.

The bags under my eyes are designer. The backdrop? Also me.

Catching myself in the quiet.

Slavic mood.

Rainy week ahead in NYC. Who’s ready to get soaked in style?

Mood: somewhere between real and imagined.