Galeria de Alix Lynx

The NYFF lineup finally dropped and I've been lost in it for hours — forgot I was even in bed. You'd have to take this laptop from me, wouldn't you?

Wandering through shipping containers full of strangers' photographs at Photoville and completely forgot to take any of my own. You'd come look over my shoulder, wouldn't you?

Book festival day in Brooklyn and my tote is already overflowing before I've made it out of the apartment — one more chapter and then I swear I'm getting dressed. Which one of these do I leave behind?

San Gennaro's hundredth year and the cannoli line was worth every minute — pretty sure the cream on my lip is getting more attention than the pastry though. You'd wipe it off with your thumb, wouldn't you?

Leg day plus four flights of stairs with groceries — I'm calling that my cardio for the decade. The leggings might make it to dinner, might not. Tell me I earned the couch.

Charli's at Barclays tonight and I've been pulling outfits for hours — not one made it past the bed. Tell me you'd rather be here than in the crowd.

Fashion Week closed out and the adrenaline's still going — the dress didn't survive past the bathroom door. Think you could keep up?

The Guggenheim's new Pop show opened and I can't stop watching the crowd from up on the ramp. You'd come find me before you found the art, wouldn't you?

Six hours of bass and my body still hasn't figured out it's over — the floor caught me before anything else did. You'd find me like this and forget what you came for, wouldn't you?

Made it back from the greenmarket with peaches and wildflowers and somehow lost every layer between the front door and the coffee maker. Bet you'd just lean in the doorway and watch.