Sinners & Saynt: Fashion Indie Week Ends. The Rest of My Life Begins.

Lovie Dubie

As Fashion Indie Week comes to a close, I look to next season and the rest of my life.

Some of you may not be aware but there’s an interoffice romance afoot at Fashion Indie Media. See, Rebecca Alexander and I have been bumping uglies for some time and to make a long story short, we’re getting married on Saturday. I know some of you are like, “OMG, You’re crazy for getting married the day after fashion week.” And I’d have to seriously agree with you, but it’s kind of an important day for us, as it’s our one year anniversary. Yeah, we’ve only been dating a year, but it feels like we’re some sort of old married couple already.  It honestly feels like we’ve known each other for years, as if we’re some sort of “meant to be”, fated couple who are just soulmates. Oh god, that’s the gayest thing I ever said. 

We met last year during fashion week. Fashion Indie was hosting a show for Love Brigade and I was running around like a madman trying to make sure everything was set. She was interning for the Brigaders at the time. She noticed me first and hunted me down like Sarah Jessica Parker for a bottle of Covet (I had to have it).  She claims she didn’t steal my bag, but in the course of the night it went missing only to turn up at Love Brigade’s Williamsburg showroom, very convenient.  We met again at some smaller event we held for Love Brigade at Barna.  It was Rosh Hashanah and she was dolled up like a classic pin-up, full chested, round rumped, and with huge curls in her golden hair. She had me vexed.

She told me she had my bag and wanted to make plans to meet me in the city to drop it off. I offered to buy her lunch for doing me the favor. Lunch never happened, but we made plans to meet at the Planetarium for some concert to be held there. We spent the night taking shit about poorly dressed douchers on the dancefloor. It was love. 

On our six month anniversary we flew out to Paris and she proposed on the top of the Eiffel Tower. I said yes. On our seven and a half month anniversary I proposed under a flowering tree in Central Park. She said yes. And on our one year anniversary we will be married in the Park and will enjoy a reception of French Creole at Lola’s in Soho. 

It’s been one of the greatest years in my life and at 25 I’m happy to say that I have found the woman I want to spend the rest of my days with. She is the most engaging person I’ve ever met. She makes me happier than any man should be. She challenges me and makes me a better person. She makes every morning bright and is the warmth that brings to home every night. I wish all of my friends could experience this type of love at some point in their lives.

Well indies, that’s enough of the mushy stuff. Now back to your regularly scheduled bashings.