I am a Bat. Or, Fashions Night Out San Francisco.

 For me, this photo my dad took of me is just really deep.  And it basically sums up my entire night. You are most likely focused on the fact that I look like a bat. But thats ok, the symbolism I attached to the remnants of Betsey Johnson probably isn't healthy. 

Here's what I got out of last night.

I hate male models (Who do that silly 80's hip-jutting thing)

I finally own Marc Jacobs (fingerless gloves.)

Rock candy is yum. (This really doesn't need an explanation.)

My evening started when my dad got home from work early, get dressed in what we call his "Fashion Uniform" (he takes me to all my fashion related stuff, so it's only sensible.) and we got in the car and drove. For TWO HOURS. from there, it was a whirlwind of faux French women, street style posing, and me stalkerishly taking pictures of people who didn't know I was there because they had amazing shoes. See below.

 FNO teez.

What fashion event is complete without a four story high Lady Gaga?

spot on.

        A random exhibit in Macy's on the tools of being a gentleman.

Please ignore that I look like Nicole Richie mid-The Simple Life in this photo, it's rather unfortunate. 

But this is Ronnie Escalante. As in, Fashion Star.

Had to stop her and take a photo.

 On closer inspection of the next photo you'll understand why.

HER SHOES.

This model was GORGE. 

Unfortch, my camera is rubbish, so you can only see about 86% of her gorgeousness.

Does this remind anyone of my Hazel Hunt pictures?

Another REALLY PRETTY MODEL. She was really sweet too.

Had a moment where I saw this woman and thought she was Nicki Minaj. Because that makes sense.

I was getting classy Kardashian vibes. Just saying.

AND NOW A FLOWER STAND INTERMISSION.

Chanel insists on gates on EVERY street on which they reside.

Australians, bringing sparkle to Maiden Lane since whenever Uggs were invented.

"HI UM CAN I TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU BECAUSE 

OHMYGAAAAWD YOUR SHOES ARE COOL."

A sneaky blurry picture I took of the menswear in Marc Jacobs.

"Oooh, is your bag Hermes?" 

I was asked this exactly 43 times.

These are the exact words I use to greet any of my British friends. *cough* Emily *cough*

 

I have officially fallen in love with Madewell.

                                     (Dress: c/o Romwe, Shoes: Aetienne Aigner Tights: London)

So that's all. 

You can see some more snapshots on my instagram (shameless self promotion here) "abentpieceofwire".

Also, shoutout to Kyle at Juicy Couture, who was the perfect mix of Andrew Bevan + P'Trique to make my life.

What did you do/go/buy for FNO??

xx,

Justina

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