Well, we made it, kids. Snow, slush, and, ahem, streakers be damned, we successfully made it through another New York Fashion Week largely unscathed, save for a few sets of eye bags. And with London well underway (

J.W. Anderson's

sculpted bustier turtlenecks and

Mary Katrantzou

's digi-print-free frocks and all), why not go ahead and compile a little diary of our NYFW escapades.

Not wanting to waste a moment after our flight in hit the tarmac, it was straight to

Rag & Bone

, where we swooned over the artfully dishelved, almost matted ponies, embroidered

bomber jackets

and

oversized, cozy sweaters

—you know, the type fitting of a Polar Vortex/East Coast snowpocalypse. Then it was over to Suno, where we previewed the collection backstage with Cov-alums

Chelsea Leyland

,

Kate Foley

& Susie Lau. And yes, we somehow managed to resist the temptation of snatching Foley's Prada

creeper booties

and

Fendi

buggie—just don't ask us how.

Fast forward to

Prabal Gurung

, aforementioned streaker and all; where we cozied up backstage pre-nakedness to the intricate

Swarovski beadery

(Gurung is just one of the many designers apart of the Swarovski Collective this season), scarlet folds of silk and peek-a-boo crops and cut-outs. Sunday saw the

Delpozo

show, which stole the spotlight of many an Instagram feed (namely ours) with the help of a certain, we-need-that-on-our-bodies-now

quilted cape coat

. Oh, and you better believe we'll be stalking those color-blocked chunky oxfords with a vengeance. Same goes for those crystal-studded hairclips and glitter shearling coats we spotted at

Rodarte

—that is, when we're not attempting to recreate those

aubergine lids

and

shimmer-spackled lips

for ourselves.

What better way to cap off our week than with a re-see of the CHANEL couture presentation, where we got all up-close-and-personal with the—yes, the—sequin and tulle laced bespoke sneakers. Yeah, so much for that savings account.