I know I have to get some photos up, but I've been on the road - the three weeks I was in NYC for fashion week and related events, then London, now Milan, and I know I'm lucky - I remember listening to editors and clients complain about travel and fashion week etc. and thinking they were jerks and nwo I'm the jerk.

Fashion week wreaks havoc on your self esteem, between the models and the neuroses, and the clothes and the women who work n fashion that live on altoids and fortified water and look at me like an alien when they see me with steak and beer. They say things like "YOu must be married" and "watch out - at your age, if you keep throwing up your food it will take the whitener off your teeth and the enamel too." And it's barely balanced out by what I like about my job - getting to take pictures and create and destroy small worlds just for a snapshot, and seeing the whole theater that goes along with the good runway shows. And the clothes this go round, save Galliano, Prada and Comme des Garcons were all kind of non starters, Marc Jacobs cllection was very boring, heatherette's was totally derivative and "meh" inducing and the whole thing just had a very deja vu feeling to it.