A Fashion Show at Bryant Park

The Excitement (of the unknown)

The Fans (without tickets)

The fans with the, 'Green Pass'

White tickets get chairs

The Photographers

The Audience (with white tickets)

The photographer who looks like I feel

The Bored

When yours truly gets invited to a fashion show at Bryant Park you can pretty much be assured it's over. Still, I can't deny the fantasy of a front row or even third row seat didn't hunker down into my subconscious. I tend to daydream. And you know how a place you've envisioned or an experience you've yet to live is never what you thought it would look like or be? One question. What if it was?

The Perry Ellis PR firm sent me an invite and I could barely believe it. Throw into this mix that it was the last Fashion Week at Bryant Park and I knew it was my lucky day. It was not. The front row seat - - Hell, any seat, was out the door when I realized the green piece of paper they gave me with an "S" on it wasn't the row number.

It meant "Standing" and there was damned little room to do that. When I saw a fire extinguisher knocked over and shoved behind a curtain I thought it best to move close to the exit where I couldn't see the runway without jumping. And I wasn't about to do that...not for Perry Ellis.

But it wasn't all that bad. I was in awe of the photographers as well as the crowd itself. I couldn't help but look where no one else was looking -- not that these pictures are decent evidence of that -- but it was a unique experience. Kind'a like the men's room at a Cub's game an hour and half into a rain delay. Except there wasn't any beer.