There’s something truly empowering about Fashion Week. No, it’s not about the beautiful models, beautiful clothes, and beautiful people you’ll see (well, maybe it is a little bit…). It’s about celebrating your own uniqueness. And mine. And everyone’s. Creativity oozes out of every pore during the week, from patrons who show up hoping to impress the cameras and their fellow show-goers, to the designers that showcase their vision.
My first NYFW brought my own fashion journey full circle. Four years ago, I was fresh out of college, with a new job, a new apartment, a new boyfriend…and lots of old sweatpants. I was conservative with my clothes, dressing in black and white only — not because that’s what fashion icons like Michael Kors and Karl Lagerfeld told me to do, but because I was unwilling to take risks, insecure in my own identity and creative abilities.
Four years later I showed up at Fashion Week wearing all black, an ode to my old self but with a new maturity (and a teensy bit of edge).
I don’t have couture of my own, so I have to improvise. I use color and cut to my advantage to create a high fashion look. Pair the pop of red on my lips with a pop of red on my feet, and throw in a shiny white bag, and suddenly I’m color-blocking. The crop top makes the look fresh and on-trend, while the high-waisted midi skirt keeps the look grounded in its timeless roots.
My younger self probably would have had a hard time getting out of my gouchos and into such a chic ensemble, let alone rock it with some swagger. But hey, better late than never? On a side note, there were definitely some goucho-esque midi pants on the runway this week. Maybe I should have held on to those gouchos…okay maybe not.
On to the good stuff … let’s talk Day Three. I slept longer than I should have, after a rockin’ party with my blogger boos the night before. It was sponsored by Worth & Worth, Christian Benner, and Modern Vice, and was held an awesome venue in the Meatpacking District. I then bribed Peter with promises of coffee and dinner if he came to Lincoln Center to shoot some pictures before the shows. Score! I was feeling celeb-status as a few other onlookers snapped away at me in my black-white-and-red look.
My first show was Luis Antonio. His designs were all about bold colors, and mixing and matching prints. By having similar colors running through the outfit, he was able to tie the patterns together. A lot of his designs were flowy and feminine, and absolutely gorgeous.
Next up was Malan Breton. It was interesting to see a show with both men’s and women’s designs! His spring/summer collection was inspired by the Far East, and full of elegant silks and satins with beautiful detailing.
My feet were throbbing after standing through his 30 minute show. So I threw on my flops and headed across the street to meet some gal pals. As fun as the shows have been, playing #NYFWdropout with my friends has been even more fun. We ended the night in pjs, watching PLL and ordering Pinkberry. All in all, a Day Three success.
More looks and recaps coming up next week! Which has been you favorite look so far? If you love what I wore for Day Three you can shop it below…