Marc Jacobs and Rodarte

I left off last night pre-Marc Jacobs amazingness. What a mind-blowing collection, not that I would expect anything less from Marc Jacobs, because he's a very big part of the reason that I come to New York City for fashion week. He's a dear friend and one of the hardest working people that I know. I learn and get inspired from him pretty much every day of my life. His show was the perfect combination of incredible, feminine ruffles but done in the perfect Marc Jacobs manner of that over-the-top, with an edge, with that perfect, hip ‘It' girl. I think everybody wants a piece of Marc Jacobs and to look at his collection, you just get that. You feel it in his clothes and the energy of that show. You can see how much time and work goes into everything he does.
After that I needed to have a calm sit down dinner at the Standard Grill with some friends. And although I swore that I was not going to do it, I did stop by the Marc Jacobs after-party at the Hiro Ballroom, which was beyond over the top, but in my exhausted state, I opted to stay only about 45 minutes and then needed to get home, because I needed to be on my game for today. Today, I swore that I would try to sleep a little late but I didn't, because my brain somehow never allows me to, especially during fashion week. Waking up to fashion is always a good excuse to get up in the morning.
I started off at Rodarte, which was literally art on the runway. It was one of the most incredible shows I think I have ever seen. These girls are some of the most humble people I have ever met and the clothing that they put out is truly art. It's the shredded materials, and the technique that they use season after season, there's so much work that goes into each and every piece of that collection, that you just stare in awe. And it woke everyone up when smoke filled the runway just before the models were about to walk out. It was a pretty incredible experience. It's those moments where I say ‘I love fashion, I love fashion, I love fashion.'
From there, I went to a meeting with a potential book publisher, because I am starting to wrap my head around doing my next book, which I am really excited about. I've gotten a little bit of my creative writing fill with doing the Zoe Report, my daily newsletter, and really remembered how much I love writing.
Then I returned to my hotel, had three hours of meetings back-to-back and now I am about to get dressed and, somehow, go to four events tonight. I am going to go to Vladimir Roitfeld's exhibition downtown and then I am going to stop by and see the DSquared boys for the launch of their eyewear collection, and then I am going to stop at the MoMA, and then I am going go to the Monkey Bar and say ‘hello' to everyone at the dinner celebrating the Coco Chanel film, which I am sad to miss, but as fashion week goes there's always more than one event in an evening. And then, once again, if I am still standing, I am going to stop by Indochine for the after-party of Vladimir's exhibition. He is so, so talented and clearly in that family---stemming from Carine Roitfeld---those children are incredibly talented and clearly learned a lot from their mom. It's going to be a long night, but I am going to try to condense everything and be home sleeping by 11:30 this evening.
Tomorrow, I am going to wake up and go to Michael Kors, and then I tape The View and then I have a full afternoon of shows with Phillip Lim and Marchesa and then, tomorrow night, Proenza Schouler. It's going to be a very fashion-filled day tomorrow!