This crisp Fall air is revving my work gut into overdrive. It's something about the change in seasons that excites the fire in my belly to work even harder and more efficiently. I see goals and dreams and pleasing people. Pleasing myself.

Naturally, New York Fashion Week proved to be the perfect exit from summer's light fare onto this freeway of fervor.

I chose pants for the occasion. I'm the woman in the driver's seat, and I wouldn't have it any other way.