Yeah, that time.

I almost didn’t want to post any of the other pictures, because it’s funnier when it’s just this one. But that would be a disservice to the lovely rendezvous we had at DVF, and clearly I’ve already done enough damage. I would just like to note that I can usually count on my girl Helena to have her eyes closed in a photo, but she let me down and therefore, I am all alone in the darkness.
The details of our night were kept under wraps, and we received a new puzzle piece at each destination, which led us to our next. We started out with blow-outs at Wonderland, which is why my forehead is so visible in this photo of me and Christine. I wanted to try a center part, but this made me decide to keep my bangs. Every year, I try two things: 1) forgoing bangs, and 2) a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Each year, I realize two things: 1) I like my bangs, and 2) I still don’t like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Our next stop was DVF headquarters, where we were invited into Diane’s personal office space and made ourselves at home. There I am, acting like I own the place, next to Christine, Caroline, and Jessie.

 Keeping with the surprise theme of the night, we had an unexpected guest: Diane Von Furstenberg, herself! She sat and chatted with us about everything under the sun. She’s everything you want her to be: strong, radiant, warm – but the best part is she is unfiltered. I have a feeling there’s not a person in this city who could censor her. 
We ended the night on top of The Standard, but not before taking that group shot on Diane’s stairs. I snapped this sneaky photo of her, like a creep:Thank you, DVF, for such a wonderful night.

All photos (except the last one – which is from my instagram) courtesy of BFA.