The calm before Fashion Week doesn’t exist. It’s a proven fact. It’s universal.
The only solution is shoes that will inevitably become painful towards the end each day – my feet are going to be in such a pretty state by the time She Runs the Night rolls around!
Further to this, Connie and I are conveniently the same shoe size, as we discovered when we lined up our shoes on our hotel window sill, so we’re pretty much set for life.
Happy Fashion Week, my lovers!