One of the best winter nights I have had in a really long time was the opening of the Michael Kors store in Chicago. The transformation of an old, run down, nasty Stuart Weitzman shoe store in to a bright, well designed showroom of American glam-amour was stunning. The lobby of the 900 North Michigan Ave building was where the Red Carpet worthy, Champagne drinking (MOET), super fashionable Chicago "it" crowd was being entertained. And yes, Michael, with his over bronzed cherub face & all black NYC uniform greeted the IT Girls, let me re-phrase that- IT LADIES, since there was one under the age of 25 there, with his giant grin.
I arrived with a mid-sized army, the stylists/glamazons from the MAX MARA store. My ticket in, Makisha Ruffun, the head of floor design for MAX MARA, she is a great friend as well the best creative in this city. With glass in hand we set out to talk to the glitterati, I spotted Megan Taylor, DJ & FIG Media super star, we posed for pictures, chatted with Michael, who claimed he saw me in New York the week before, and made the local pretend-cleb-bu-taunts wonder who the hell we were.
When the lights blinked & the music went quite it was time to take out seats. This is where things get real funny! The run way for the show was set up along the whole first floor, there was limited seating & they were highly reserved. I walked up to the seating guardian to ask where we, the common people, should go to watch, at that point the producer ran over and said "Mr.Greene, Mr. Kors would like you to sit up front." ! We walked right down the middle of the run way, past the pseudo famous city people of Chicago, "Sorry Amanda Puck, oh Candace Jordan are you near the back, so sorry." and plop there we were, front row!
The Show it self was a Chicago first, finally a real runway show. Great models, amazing music & the clothes, wow, the clothes, well MK I never thought I would wear you stuff, tear to my eyes.
The cut of the edgy menswear, the color of the womens wear, the total package was what fashion is supposed to be, fantasey that can become reality!
I arrived with a mid-sized army, the stylists/glamazons from the MAX MARA store. My ticket in, Makisha Ruffun, the head of floor design for MAX MARA, she is a great friend as well the best creative in this city. With glass in hand we set out to talk to the glitterati, I spotted Megan Taylor, DJ & FIG Media super star, we posed for pictures, chatted with Michael, who claimed he saw me in New York the week before, and made the local pretend-cleb-bu-taunts wonder who the hell we were.
When the lights blinked & the music went quite it was time to take out seats. This is where things get real funny! The run way for the show was set up along the whole first floor, there was limited seating & they were highly reserved. I walked up to the seating guardian to ask where we, the common people, should go to watch, at that point the producer ran over and said "Mr.Greene, Mr. Kors would like you to sit up front." ! We walked right down the middle of the run way, past the pseudo famous city people of Chicago, "Sorry Amanda Puck, oh Candace Jordan are you near the back, so sorry." and plop there we were, front row!
The Show it self was a Chicago first, finally a real runway show. Great models, amazing music & the clothes, wow, the clothes, well MK I never thought I would wear you stuff, tear to my eyes.
The cut of the edgy menswear, the color of the womens wear, the total package was what fashion is supposed to be, fantasey that can become reality!
