I walked past the doormen at the Music Hall of Williamsburg last Thursday thinking about which Fashion Week parties I was missing that night and the degree to which I actually needed to attend Saturday's MisShapes spectacular—the official release of their picture book and the final weekly party of the trio's career. Nearly three hours later, I said goodbye to Music Hall security and began plotting my future, which involved driving a beat-up truck and nurturing a garden. Or a baby. Or, like, the world. I also wanted to eat a lot of mushrooms. Such is the power... More >>>