#DannijoRoadtrip Through My Weird Eyes. (#polyvoreNYFW #communitycorrespondent)

As a Polyvore #CommunityCorrespondent,

I feel as if it is my duty to give you the insider scoop on New York Fashion Week.

((or NYFW if you're not into that whole full word thing or whatever / w/e))

And by insider, I just mean the same details as everyone else, but filtered through my brain.

So when I tell you about Dannijo's (really freakin' cool) Mongolian-themed, "#DannijoRoadtrip"presentation,

I'll start by telling you that it was off the beaten path.

And by "off the beaten path", I mean that I turned the wrong way a solid two times before stalking a girl in an all white, totally impractical, but strangely well-pressed, outfit,

assured that she was going exactly where I was.

#BTS tidbit 2:

I was coming from a job interview at a very conservative venue, had no time to change into the heels & silk shorts I packed in my very un-trendy (yet functionably large) purse,

and thus arrived at the mecca of cool people in . . .

Yes.

A dress shirt, skinny slacks, and a blazer tied around my waist.

WHICH IS COOL, you know

if you're no one.

Also I was really sweaty.

good thing sweat is the new orange

#BTS tidbit 3: There were a lot of important people in a very close-knit space.

Important is relative, true.

But as someone who considers anyone that I deem "cool" important,

there were a lot of important people.

Which is crazy, because you're (literally) rubbing shoulders with all of these people who have insanely cool jobs at cool places and are just sort of...all cool...about it. I mean, the Dannijo girls themselves are pretty fantastic (tiny, but fantastic), and they're just these wee celebs of sorts wanderin' around chattin' with their other cool celeb editor/designer friends.

success tangible enough to steal.

#BTS snippet 4: The displays are really well lit.

Like, mysteriously so. To the extent that you look down at your camera and wonder if you are, in fact, the genius behind the photo staring back at you. I want to hire whoever this lighting aficionado is to light every photo of myself ever.

I swear I'd be famous if I always looked that good.

IN CONCLUSION

(here follows a summary of absolutely nothing I've spoken about thus far):

There is nothing more moving than that sensation when fashion evokes some visceral response from within. In that sense, for me,

Dannijo KILLED IT.

By mixing my love of masculinity with my deep-rooted Pocahontas passions and topping it off with that overt, almost aggressive, femininity that oozes from their collections of self-designed jewelry and now shoes & handbags, they managed to mix all of my aesthetic aspirations together at once-

thus, made me drool.