Shall I compare thee to a...runway...

Life is not a bowl of cherries...life is not what you make it...life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death but that is because most do not realize that life is a runway...

As if we were airplanes jetting on and off from one experience or journey to the next...one time zone to another land of unfamiliar faces...life is a runway...

And most importantly...life is a runway of the model...when we walk and strut and fret our hour in a mask sometimes made by another sometimes fashioned by our own foibles and fantastics...we march and show our pride...we demure and coyly prance...we start and we finish all to a beat that allows one to proceed sometimes steadily and sometimes taking a fall but alas, we put one well heeled foot in front of the other...

Maxi wishes all of you a HAPPY (upcoming) NEW YORK FASHION WEEK...

Please enjoy the photos and remember the one of me is obscured due to (I hate to bore you with reminders) my billion dollar contract with an undisclosed corporation...

I send well moisturized glimmering and glossy kisses...