A slice at the Big Apple

The Big Apple – sounds fruity, but New York does not count as part of your five a day. The city famed for its fad-diets and extreme exercise regimes should probably be seen as more of an indulgent snack, every now and then, rather than on a daily basis.
They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, so it feels slightly inconsiderate to describe this fashion capital without us actually meeting first. I’ve spied it from afar, on TV and in films of course, but I am sure they don’t all ask for ‘Cwoffee’, in that cartoon New York drawl, or eat out every night in restaurants serving only raw food. I will hold judgement on this classy city until I’ve seen it in the flesh.
New York has always formed a shiny, silver-lined image in my head, from the glossy silhouette cast across the sky, to the rows of canary yellow taxis; the city is just the perfect pin-up for urban living. London may be on my doorstep, but when it comes to impressive locations, for me it’s more of a noisy neighbour than a glamorous acquaintance like New York.
Like the city, I imagine that New York fashion is BIG, big hair, big labels and high-heels. Glamour and sophistication oozes from the Fashion Week schedule, only the cream of the crop are allowed to flaunt their wares on this stage. London may boast exciting newcomers to Fashion’s top table, but New York is the place for Fashion nobility. New York is plastered with designer labels, the bigger the price tag the better. Rather like an exclusive nightclub I imagine New York has a similar strict dress-code, if it’s not Manolo Blahnik or Calvin Klein, it’s not coming in.