Almost every day I sit on the steps of F.I.T. and eat lunch near my office. I love the bustle, seeing all the fashion students mulling around, the big portfolios. I wonder what’s in those portfolios, whether I’m looking at a rising star.
Meanwhile, I relax, read, talk on the phone, eat a sandwich. It’s precious Nancy time. Today it was a fresh issue of New York magazine. Away from the insanity of the office. One hour of escape.
