Then I went to the library.
Oh my. Every issue of Vogue. Hundreds of fashion publications. Look-books. Reference books in fashion, architecture, art, sculpture and figure. History. They had EVERYTHING, there, at my fingertips. Do you know how much a year subscription of WWD is? 100 DOLLARS - BUT I GET IT FREE AT FIT. Three levels of pure loveliness that I need to explore and discover. So of coarse I checked out a book, Sex and the Suit. Very excited to get started on that. Sexuality and its close knit connection with clothes has always been a fascinating subject to me. Although I could probably write pages and pages about the library and books and clothes, alas, we must move on.
Later in the day I went to the bingo Luau party in the dining hall. I have never seen such fierce, cut throat bingo. Then there was a dance competition, and my fabulous friend made it into the finals, by getting up on the tables. Yes of coarse I was in the competition, and possibly on the tables. I volunteered and put that hula skirt on with pride, and then shook-it in front of hundreds of my peers, no big deal right? After the luau, I headed to my new friends dorm where about 13 girls were just talking. Topics ranging from ethnicity to fashion and from resumes to models. Talking to people here is almost a relief for me, at home, many didn't know or didn't care what I was talking about when I would delve into fashion culture language. Here, those conversations are a must, and I am happily wrapped up in fashion culture. Another day of success. Goodnight New York.