It is a known fact that I am a sucker for coats; it can be winter forever and I can wear a different coat for every single day and wouldn’t get bored of it. Ever. And you know the “I don’t have anything to wear in my closet” “nothing fits properly with this s..t” moments; I live and re-live those moments when I get to choose a coat; eventhough I have tens of them. And another fact you need to know about me is that I’m having a couple of months of personal recession; you know settling and making a new life for myself in another country and all. So you can understand that this NYFW was, to me, like taking an alcohol addict to a wet party and forcing her to watch all the other people drink and have fun. I am in rehab, and you are not helping me fashion people!