So long Bryant Park, hello Norisol

Thursday night, NYC. Went to Norisol Ferrari's soiree held at her Soho house to play dress-up in her incredible coats, drink champagne and hang out. Seriously her jackets make you wanna weep, they are tribal couture at its finest. Once you put one on there is no going back.
We then went to the final party at Bryant Park held inside the tents. Fashion chaos. The funniest line of the night was "Hey everybody, I'm Marc Jacobs and you're listening to DJ Kazzanova." The tents were amazing to party in with the dancefloor being where the runway is and endless fashion shows as visuals. Veuve was served all night and man did I pay for it this morning.ufff.