Native Australian designer, Nicholas Bowes began his career in fashion as a successful runway model. Today, he is the Owner/Designer of one of the Hottest Street-Chic clothing labels in NY, LA, and Japan. Krma by Nicholas Bowes launched in 2003. The clever acronym stands for Kangaroos Roam Mainland Australia. His leather jackets and Rock Star Tees have been a favorite among Superstars from Alicia Keys to Adrian Grenier and A-list fashionistas!

MUST HAVE FOR SPRING:

Krma's women's leathers are BAD ASS- with the perfect balance of edge and femininity. These timeless jackets come in an assortment of colors and are cut to flatter various shapes and sizes (they just so happen to be SUPER comfortable too). Oh and guys... Krma's Men's line is just as Hot! The leather used throughout the collection is buttery soft to the touch (as it should be when made with fine Italian lambskin) and just feels lucious. I promise that this will be your go-to jacket once the weather warms up a bit. My fave is the Dean Jacket...

STYLE TIP:

Ladies,with Spring just around the corner, pair your Leather with a soft flirty dress and a pair of high heel booties and Voila! Instant Chicness.

SHOP:

Krma Jackets and Tees at Atrium, Henri Bendel, Barney's New York & LA, Fred Segal, Isetan in Japan and online at Maluka.com, shopmanhattanite.com and Krmaclothing.com

BE CAREFUL: Big Drop is carrying a cheap knockoff of Krma called PORTER. Don't make the mistake of trying to save a few bucks and ending up with the impostor! Honestly, if you don't have the $600 to spend on the real deal, you might as well buy a pleather from Forever21.

Emma flushes the toilet and kicks the door open with her foot. She pulls her dress down, while holding a cigarette, with her purse wedged under her chin.

"Well. You can take the girl outta Jersey, but you can’t take the Jersey outta the girl."

Emma turns to see Tina leaning against the paper towel dispenser, then moves to the row of gold plated sinks.

"What are you doing here?" washing her hands. "Oh, that’s right. How is, what’s his name?"

Pause.

"I’m a little amused to be here myself."

"Aren't you supposed to be watching the kids?"

"They're with the housekeeper. Figured you wouldn't mind."

Emma realizes she's letting the scolding water bathe her hands, and pulls them away.

Tina turns off the running water.

"Cain’s leaving me. Which isn't that astonishing, I suppose." They stare dead on at each other for a moment.

Emma shakes her hands dry, as she heads out, "So very fucking sorry to hear that."

Tina watches the door swings shut. She turns to look in the mirror, and notices Emma’s clutch on the counter and slides it towards herself.

"Fuck." Pause. Tina unsnaps Emma’s purse, peeks in, then decides to go into a stall.

Tina rifles through, then drop the bag on the floor. "Disco."

Snooooooooooort.

The toilet holds up Tina’s listless body as her head falters from side to side against the wall.

"Emma. Emma. Emma. I knew someday you'd pull through for me."

She falls to a brief nod, then suddenly, she grabs the t.p. dispenser and lift herself up. Hunching over, she picks up Emma’s clutch, and finds some lipstick.
Applying a lovely shade of cappuccino, "Yes. What they don’t know, won’t hurt them. (beat) They don’t even ask. Circling and circling her lips, she continues, "As long as I have my perfect little ass, my perfect breasts, and my perfect fucking smile."

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