So I just got back from fashion week. I was gone for two weeks. I was in Milan and then I was in Paris.

I did the whole thing this season. I went to seven fashion shows and when I tell you that there is nothing in my brain right now other than fashion

There's nothing else in my brain. I'm not kidding.

I had a conversation yesterday with a friend who could not

give less of a fuck about fashion.

And I was like, I don't know how to conversate with this person

because the only thing I'm thinking about is fashion.

Like I fully immersed myself in the fashion world in a dangerous way in the last two weeks.

I think it's because I took it more seriously this

season than I ever have before. I've always loved fashion. I've always loved going

to the shows and being a part of it in person.

Even when my imposter syndrome kicks in and I'm like,

why am I here? Why did they invite me here?

I've always loved it.

Like after my first fashion show I was like,

yep, I love this.

It's exciting, it inspires me, fashion wise,

you know, even if I see a show that I don't like,

it just further helps me develop my taste.

I'm like, okay, well, now I know I don't like that.

Like, even though I've always loved fashion in Fashion Week,

I've never taken it as seriously as I did this last season.

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