Incidentally, this was the week I met Kendrick: we had been corresponding a bit over email because I had friend-requested his band on MySpace (I went to high school with two of the members) and he developed a bit of a long-distance crush; when I mentioned that I’d be in New York for Fashion Week (I was living in LA at the time) he insisted that we meet. I told him I couldn’t – as I said, we were working 17-hour days – but he was relentless, and I ended up meeting him at an all-night diner at three in the morning for our first date. He brought a flower, and a bottle of red wine and a bottle of white wine, because he didn’t know which I preferred.
A few short weeks later, we were engaged.
