On Thursday, February 10th, something incredible happened. I walked through the brisk, late winter air swirling around Lincoln Center, past Avery Fisher Hall, past the famous fountain, past the Metropolitan Opera, past the security guards dressed in black and directly into the Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week tent. I was invited, after all.As I mentioned previously, I was hired by New York street style blog Style Defined to snap some oh-so-fabulous looks during Fashion Week, write some runway reviews, and tweet about various fashion week happenings. Being in the tent all day was my job. I had to occasionally repeat those words to myself because sometimes I would be in a state of disbelief. I hoped the sound of my voice wouldn’t suddenly jar me awake from a far-too-real dream.
And when I wasn’t in the tent doing street style or social media, I was seeing shows. The first one I saw was Christian Siriano. What always amazes me about Siriano is the maturity in his designs, even though he just turned 25. Many of the designs this time around were genuinely classics, though on-trend for the upcoming season--wide-leg pants, little black dresses, high-glam ballgowns. For the first part of the collection, Siriano used a lot of black, but made it interesting with a variety of textures. Then came a forest/olive green and a pinkish mauve. The designs were smart, wearable, and high-fashion which I think we can always have more of.
The other shows I liked in the tents were Mik Cire, whose leather jackets, though menswear, made me swoon with delight; Carlos Miele, who made hot pink palazzo pants for fall; Toni Francesc, whose silver and gold jumpsuits gave me delusions of grandeur; and Anna Sui, whose smart pattern-fur-coat combinations always give sassy rock and roll vibes. The Alice + Olivia presentation at The Plaza was also delightful, with beautiful 1920s-meets-1970s sparkles on the models and Veuve Cliquot champagne for guests.
|Alice + Olivia|
|Juan Carlos Obando|
It made me feel alive to have something to do every second—down time was only reserved for my post-midnight arrival at my apartment, when I would then sit down and work some more on selecting photos and typing up my notes for the day. It sounds like a lot, but it was absolutely the best feeling I could possibly ask for. I was flying, still in disbelief that yes, this was my job, the very thing I came to New York to do.
|Juan Carlos Obando|