I am almost ashamed to say it, but sadly I was disappointed by a few of my favorites at fashion week. The 70's revival of Diane Von Furstenberg and Marc Jacobs felt flat, and Oscar de la Renta's prom felt more like a grandmother's tea party. But then I saw 3.1 Phillip Lim, and my life was changed.
Thank you Mr. Lim for opening my eyes, for while I need to buy that new English text book I need those glittery, perfection of a poka-dot, pants.
*photos via nymag.com