Bryant Park was pretty much what I expected it to be on a Sunday afternoon during fashion week: the security, papparazzi, the starstruck and curious passersby spilling out of the entrances and onto the streets. I overheard someone ask one woman who everyone was waiting for and she answered, "I don't know. Anybody." I suppose if you don't know who you're waiting for, you can't be disappointed for not getting to see them, in which case, maybe that woman was onto something. I bypassed the papparazzi, walked opposite the models, away from the Caddy Escalades and into the park, my personal runway. This Sunday, a bit of color.
Mark Connolly,
Style Director, Conde Nast Traveler
Beatrice Panerai,
Journalist, Classeditori, Milano
Fashion Week Production Assistant