photograph courtesy of the sartorialist-
black rabit scarf.
a billiondy dollars.
slipped off somewhere on the upper east side;
i went back,
it wasn't designer,
it wasn't expensive,
it wasn't even that luxurious.
but it was just what was wanted,
and it was me.
perhaps with less facial hair;
i already have the scarf though.
how does one become a creative director?
for carolina herrera no less.
or for that matter,
how does one become an artistic director?
it is something i've long wanted to pursue,
but often wondered how and where to begin.
it can be googled,
which means there are others wondering the same.
perhaps i'll start trolling craigslist for "creative director" postings.