Allowing your brain to process everything that occurs during New York Fashion Week takes nearly as much time as standing in line for a cronut at the much ballyhooed Dominique Ansel Bakery in SoHo. After what seems like an interminable wait, you’re confronted with pretty, sugar-coated confections. Suddenly you realize you may have bitten off more than you can chew. Later, Instagram is cluttered with braggarts who want you to know they enjoyed this exclusive experience and you didn’t.
Now that we’ve had a chance to digest the hyper-reality of fashion week, we’re prepared to cast a critical eye back at the best and worst of the New York catwalks. Pull up a chair and pass the cronuts, please.