No, Really, Who's Coming?

You're all invited! All of you! Even you, in the tight mini dress! I'll show you a thing or two about deflecting that pesky male gaze. Look, I'm no Daphne Guinness, but I will totally be standing inside a department store window from 5 to 6. I have pretty bad claustrophobia so this is going to be a good experiment in learning how long it takes for me to faint! And who doesn't want to watch that? You can also join Amy and me on the second floor from 6 to 8 where I will give you various pieces of pivotal style advice. Things like, "just add a bowtie," "put a turban on it," and "where the shit are your feathers?"

Or you can come to both, that's the ideal. Wear something kooky. Like neon. And metallic. And burgundy.

I can't wait to meet you. Can't wait, I tell ya. Can't.