Dangerously Chic

drawn by Heather Fonseca

Apparently, dressing fashionably at the airport is a First Offense. There I was, rushing through the security at JFK, jamming to the Yeah Yeah Yeah's, when someone hooked their finger on the belt loop of my Rag & Bone slim fit skinnies, yanking me backward and hollering, 'Stand back!' Oddly enough, Karen O sang, 'WAIT! They don't love you like I love you!' in my ear while I watched in horror as my Saffiano Cuir brushed against the dirty public floor. Next thing I know, i'm crouching to grasp my baby as two security guards grasp either of my toothpick arms. 'Excuse me but please step over here. We detected a strange object in your luggage.' After nearly a half hour of Mac dumping, Hanky Panky panty ravaging and silk blouse abuse, they came to the conclusion that the supposed contraband was indeed, the heel of my Fendi studded booties. I didn't picture my first meeting with The Joan Rangers to involve a game of Guess me From Pat Down.