New York Fashion Week doesn’t do it for me like it used to. Five years ago, I willingly, gladly, gleefully volunteered to dress full adult models and pour champagne for deep B list celebrities backstage at a fashion show. Now, I steer clear of Manhattan in general during this frenzy, happy to consider changing into something other than Levi 501s a real sartorial attempt.
But even though I’ve outgrown my eager obsession, I still adore clothing. I love the way people dress, the choices they made that add up to an outfit. And nothing feels quite as special as waking up to the start of fall in New York. Here are some of the images inspiring me this season, “tacked” to my metaphorical dorm room walls.