It was the biggest show of the week, and I missed it. Marc Jacobs’s women’s show, the highlight of (at least my) New York Fashion Week experience, was bumped from its usual Monday night, to Thursday night, the last night of Fashion Week. To give you an idea of how this works, there are usually two shows the last day of Fashion Week: Ralph Lauren at 10 a.m., and Calvin Klein at 3 p.m. After Calvin, the style hoards amble home and collapse. If you’ve ever seen “The Walking Dead,” you have a very good idea of what this scene might look like as editors limp out of Lincoln Center. Thirty shows a day times seven days – plus constant writing, blogging, and tweeting in-between – can take its toll. In my case, that toll was leaving my brains the consistency of scrambled eggs. I wanted to stay for Jacobs’s show, but I also wanted to get home to Boston. It was Valentine’s Day, and I had a love bug waiting for me at home. But you’re a smart batch. You know how to Google and read. Check out the photo and enjoy the beauty of the show I missed.