A Rest

They say things cannot grow beneath the winter snow. Or so I’ve been told. It definitely feels like there is a somber cover that is casting a shadow on New York City this week. It may just be my own personal affairs causing such tribulation, but it feels like time is at a stand still. It’s especially odd because I am here during New York Fashion Week which is a time that represents the changing of seasons. It is a celebration of an impending sartorialist season of new style, new moods and au courant color. However, there is a dark blue hue that is hanging over my head and I can’t quite put my finger as to why. Perhaps what they say is true....