I attended a few Couture Fashion Week shows on February 14th at the New Yorker. The first show was supposed to start at 4pm, but didn't begin until 5:15pm. I was a little irritated because I took off from work to attend and rushed getting ready in order to make it to the train on time. I even felt like the people working the event were rude and unhelpful. The photographers in the pit were extremely unprofessional by arguing with each other, one photographer kept on bragging about himself and even physically put his hands on a woman photographer because she was in his shot. At that point I felt unsafe and disgusted, I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I couldn't believe how unprofessional the photographer was, he was causing a scene during the show. I felt bad for the designer and models because they worked extremely hard for this show and they only have a few minutes to present their work. I respect any designer, artist, or musician who has the strength and focus to follow their dreams, and it's very unfortunate that the spotlight was off them because of the photographer's behavior. I sat in the hotel lobby for an hour, charging my phone and venting to my friend Michael about the horrible experience. My friends Michelleanne and Caroline were in the area, so I met them at Bathtub Gin for a Galentine's Day Dinner. Us gals had a fun time, cozying up to Dane and eating s'mores. Oh and obviously we can't forget the bathtub!