It’s currently 9:30 AM on a Sunday in the middle of fashion week as I write this very sentence. I have tonsillitis, which is fun.
In exactly one hour my dad is going to pick me up (because he suspects I may be dying, we’re a dramatic family) and drive me to my first show of the day — Public School — and if you’re wondering why I’m telling you any of this, it’s because we thought it would be fun to give you a glimpse into just exactly what goes in during a day in the life of a show-going rodeo bro. Why? Because like Lisa Vanderpump says in her Real Housewives intro: “Life isn’t all diamonds and roses, but it should be!”
Date: Saturday, February 8, 2014
9:00 AM: Wake up, text Leandra that I’m missing my first show of the day because of my gigantic asshole tonsils. It’s fine, she’s going to cover it. I should have listened to Kate.
11:00 AM: I wake up again, determined this time. Let’s do this, Bruno Mars.
11:20 AM: I shuffle around my neighborhood trying to get a cab. That’s what you do in this weather, you shuffle. It’s impossible to walk even though today I decided on sneakers over heels because I was just like, it’s Saturday and you ain’t my momma.
12:00 PM: I arrive at Ostwald Helgason. Realize that everyone else went for flats too. I feel less revolutionary but also, consoled.
12:15 PM: One of my favorite parts about fashion week is that while waiting for the show to start, everyone mingles around and hangs out with friends. It feels like camp. A lot of people are petting me because I’m wearing a sweatshirt that’s made of like, black faux cow hair or something? It’s cool but weird.
12:20 PM: The show is starting. Please see point #3 in Leandra’s round up of the Five Awkward Things that happened at Fashion Week yesterday because I’m still not in a good place to talk about it.
12:50 PM: The collection was fun. Today marked the first time designers Susanne Ostwald and Ingvar Helgason showed on an actual runway instead of a presentation, and it was a pleasure to see the designs come to life. The banana a la Warhol was a recurring motif, as was a gigantic red apple (my tonsil!), but in between the whimsy were more inventive takes on preppy tailoring, like cropped-blazer/slouchy trouser combo that looked like a digitalized take on checked jacquard wool, finished off with a thick blue and white stripe, or darted corsets worn over sweatshirts and boxy dresses. Perhaps the highlight of my whole day, however, was that this fairly covered-up show concluded with one of the dirtiest songs in our language’s history: Khia’s “My Neck, My Back.”
1:PM – 5 PM: This was a strange day in that we had a relatively large break. Leandra and I ran around doing things like Karate and what not. I went with her to a fitting while I worked on an interview, and then she ate food while I sort of slurped down a poached egg and complained about it the whole time. We did some writing until about 4:30 then it was off to Altuzarra.
6:30 PM: Time for the Tibi show. I love this show — I think everyone does, mostly because designer Amy Smilovic is a master at creating wearable clothes that feel in the moment and cool. This collection in particular featured clean lines and a variety of pants: tailored trousers, subtle denim, and a wide-legged satin take on Spring’s board shorts. THE COATS. I have to tell you about the coats because some were sleek, a few were fantastically wide, and they came in colors of deep blue, dove gray, black and a powder blue. When the shoes weren’t being awesome backless loafers they were thick black knee boots which, when paired with the top hats, reminded me of equestrian dressage riders. Yes, I always have to take it to that place.
7:15 PM: After Tibi, it’s customary for everyone to do a mass migration to Milk Studios. Again, this feels like camp. Saturday night at Milk Studios is a fantastic opportunity to see newer designers like Calla, Jonathan Simkhai and Harbison in an intimate setting. Each room hosts a different presentation, and you go from one to the other and wave at a lot of people in between.
Most people are drinking, and because of my meds I could not, which at 7:20 after a long day begins to feel like a very real problem. At promptly 7:30 I took my lame ass home and lived vicariously via Instagram though the rest of my night owl-y fashion friends.