First show of the day! Just kidding, I have insomnia. I lie awake in bed and fiddle with my phone for another two hours until I finally fall asleep again.
I wake to the sound of my alarm, which I set at 4:45 a.m. knowing that I would otherwise accidentally sleep in given my regrettable lack of slumber. I drink a big glass of water and take a shower to re-energize myself, even though I am typically a nighttime showerer.
After toweling off, I begin my extremely uninteresting daily makeup routine, consisting of Biore sunscreen (it’s actually THE BEST and you can buy it on Amazon), Glossier skin tint and Joey Healy brow gel, which makes my eyebrows look like thick brown caterpillars and I love it so much.
I survey my closet and deliberate about what to wear. I’m only two days into my first official fashion week and my world has already been turned upside down after closely observing how wonderfully intentional people are about putting together their outfits. Everywhere I look, all manner of buttons, tucked shirts and puffed sleeves seem to somehow be perfectly in place and thoughtfully considered whereas I feel like my clothes look…well…lived in by comparison. How do street style stars keep their outfits so wrinkle-free??? I can’t wait to find out.
In the meantime, I select my most intentional-looking dress — a dramatic cherry-red number by Saloni that Amelia and I are time-sharing. I layer a J.Crew striped boatneck top underneath it because hey, it’s fashion week and I’m a good little onion. I accessorize with some Becca Jewellery pearl earrings I can’t stop wearing plus a Roxanne Assoulin choker, vintage Daniel Hechter sunglasses and a vintage Chanel purse that belonged to my grandmother.
I call an uber pool and am treated to the rare and delightful experience of pooling with NO ONE except me, myself and my driver, Dennis, who I find out used to work in fashion making snakeskin belts for women.
I arrive at the location where Jill Stuart’s show is taking place and see that a long line has accumulated to get into the building (apparently the elevators can only take small groups up at a time), so I step into a Starbucks on the corner and order a cold brew. It tastes terrible and I am reminded why I don’t like going to Starbucks.
There was a mix-up with my ticket so I am not assigned a seat even though I am RSVP’d. Luckily a publicist is able to find me an empty spot. I end up sitting next to Candace Marie Stewart, Barney’s social media manager, who you might recognize from this story. She is wearing very cool rainbow sequin pants.
The show begins! (Fun fact for the uninitiated: fashion week events almost always start at least half an hour late. I learned this the hard way last year when, fresh on the social media beat, I arrived exactly on time to a fashion week breakfast and was met with expressions ranging between confused and appalled. Now I try to arrive places 20 minutes late).
Feeling grateful that Jill Stuart has hand-delivered the world a perfect, tea-length polka-dot dress.
I am hungry so I duck into Essen. I used to work near Essen at a previous job and would go there every day for lunch. The buffet is amazing and very cheap. My substantial buffet “brunch” — grilled salmon, sliced avocado and fruit — costs $7.83.
I decide to walk home because it’s beautiful outside and my shoes are relatively comfortable. I run into Tamu McPherson who looks like a dreamy dream shooting street style in in her pale green dress.
I eat lunch and chat with my roommate while answering a few emails and putting the final touches on a story due Monday.
I head to the Simon Miller presentation in the financial district via subway.
Simon Miller is a lot of fun. The clothes are SUPER colorful (I decide to splash my white jeans with fuchsia paint as soon as possible) and the accessories are, unsurprisingly, very cool. I post an Instagram because Gen Z yellow demanded it.
I run into Elizabeth! We cheers each other with glasses of birch water (yes, birch water) and spend the next ten minutes hunting for the tray of matcha coconut truffles that is rumored to be in circulation. We finally find them and they are delicious.
I take the subway back to my apartment.
I answer more emails and check a few things off my to-do list.
I get in an uber pool to the west side, which I end up sharing with two other people. I guess you’re only allotted a certain amount of solo uber pool luck in one day.
I find my seat at the Dion Lee show.
People are getting antsy because the show hasn’t started yet and it was supposed to start at 3:00. Out of the corner of my eye I observe a powerful editor (whose identity I will take with me to the grave) beckon to a publicist and tell her that the show needs to start — now. Drama!!!!!!!!! I love fashion week.
The show finally starts. After Tamu’s dress and the head-to-toe emerald outfits I see on the runway, I decide I need to start wearing more green immediately.
I walk home while listening to the latest episode of Another Round.
I take off my dress, put on sweatpants and start writing this day-in-the-life whilst snacking on carrots and Trader Joe’s chicken sausage.
I put back on my dress and head to the west side, where I am attending the Birkenstock Box x Barney’s launch event at the restaurant Untitled in the Whitney Museum.
THIS PARTY HAS THE BEST FOOD. I eat approximately one dozen carrot slices garnished with cashew cream (sounds weird, tastes great) plus a small bowl of parmesan-topped cauliflower and a cookie. I make some new friends, one of whom is wearing cool khaki pants that she kindly lets me photograph.
I make my way home to start setting up for a pregame I’m hosting at my apartment before a non-fashion-week-related party in Brooklyn. I would love to take a nap but instead drink two shots of espresso with steamed almond milk and call it even.
I may have only slept four hours last night, but I’m already excited to wake up and do this all again tomorrow. Is that cheesy? I don’t care! Cheese is delicious.
Photos by Harling Ross.