Saturday, February 11
7:00 a.m.: Wake up, make coffee, break a glass because why else do you go in the kitchen? I am now sitting upright in bed to write a J.Crew article for Sunday. I hate working from bed, but it’s kind of weird to sit on a couch at this time of day.
8:30 a.m.: I have to meet a friend at 9:30 a.m. which means I have an entire month to get ready.
9:30 a.m.: Turns out I’ve never gotten dressed before because it was hard and took forever. I decided to deal with it later so now I’m late and running to breakfast in leggings. The best part of this little jog is that I pass Yvonne and her boyfriend Matt on my way there. I hope they think I’m going for a real run!
10:00 a.m.: My friend Carter is moving to South Carolina; these were our goodbye eggs.
^ Everyone knows the only way to moderate bacon intake is to put the strips in a tiny skillet to trick your brain into thinking you’re eating a whole pan of bacon.
10:30 a.m.: Run home to change. Was hoping to pass Yvonne and Matt again so that later they’d exclaim things to one another in private like, “Wow that must have been a long run!,” and, “Is she training for the marathon?”
…This outfit is actually not from Saturday. But I alternated between these Ariat boots and a pair of gold Brother Vellies, these jeans (3×1 DIY Willow, my FAVORITE) and a pair of white Madewells, this Tibi coat and a vintage one from my grandma all fashion week, so please allow this to hold Saturday’s place.
11:00 a.m.: I walk to Paul Andrew on the West Side Highway. Paul Andrew and Adam Lippes both hold their presentations in the West Village on NYFW Saturday mornings and it’s always such a civilized way to start the day. You can count on good coffee, pastries, clothes and shoes. At Paul Andrew, I made a joke about marbles on Instagram.
It terrifies me to post to the Man Repeller Instagram so I rarely do it, but during fashion week, I have to be brave and suck it up. My biggest fear is that one day I am going to forget to toggle back to my personal account, upload a medical nude to the company IG Stories by accident and deploy it to the world.
A medical nude is a non-sexual nude that you take of yourself to examine a weird bruise and then forget to delete until someone’s scrolling through your photos.
Meanwhile, at Adam Lippes:
Three style cues to do the moment I’m back home: 1) Dig out old flight suit and tie it around the waist. If it’s unavailable for comment, contact floral pajamas and see if they’re up for the job. 2) Take Pandora’s word for it and buy a damn pink suit. 3) Put myself on the waitlist, the moment a waitlist becomes available, for those cable-knit pants.
Man, does Adam know a thing or two about dressing elegant women.
Shout-out to Chloe King for letting me steal her pictures above and below for my diary. Shout-out to the stranger she accidentally sent them to first.
This isn’t TRL but one more shout-out: to those boots.
12:00 — 3:00: Creatures of the Wind and Tibi.
4:00 p.m.: CG by Chris Gelinas.
People adore this man. He is kind, thoughtful and attentive to detail — traits that come through in his collections. Gelinas sexed up his customer’s glamorous wardrobe a bit this season (although this outfit, with the sparkle sweatshirt that creates the illusion of a dropped hemline, is like a re-imagined “casual” season four Lady Mary). She looks like the kind of woman who says fabulous and means it.
5:00 p.m.: I met up with Rebecca Ramsey, friend/Style Director at NY Mag/my former boss, to hang out on some of her press appointments. I could have just gone home, but you know when someone else’s to-do list feels more inviting than your own?
We make a pit stop at the launch for Marie-Amélie Sauvé’s magazine, Mastermind. Here’s Ramsey with French jewelry designer Annelise Michelson, who is in town because she did the jewelry for Zadig & Voltaire’s Fall 2017 runway.
Do you feel like this is an episode of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood with all of these guest appearances?
7:00 p.m.: Home to nap for a few hours before the Lego Movie at 9. It was selected against my will.
9:45 p.m.: I am not a cartoon fan but this one turns out to be so, so funny. I drink a cherry Slurpee the size of my face.
12:30 a.m.: Bed.
8:30 a.m.: NO.
I work out. I actually still can’t believe I went. IDK if you remember my Spring 17 NYFW diary, but this is the healthiest Fashion Week I’ve ever had.
10:00 – 11:30 a.m.: Emails, shower, medical nudes while waiting for your friend and mine, Leandra, to come get me. Normally my dad drives me to my first Sunday show but he didn’t want to come in this time because of the “weather.” He claims he stayed home but I can track his phone and know for a fact that he pilfered the local ShopRite for coupon sales instead. Shady.
Anyway, I was without my wing-wind on Saturday so I’m looking forward to sitting next to her in a car again.
11:45 a.m.: Quickly regret saying that. All she does is make fun of my beautiful nut mix and my mobile vanity station.
12:00 p.m.: Tome, where they gave us bananas and Planned Parenthood pins.
(A story about all of the human rights statements made this NYFW is coming!)
2:00 p.m.: J.Crew. It never gets old.
2:30 – 4:30 p.m.: Spending this gap of time at the Oscar de la Renta atelier to preview the collection. Here’s me trying on a commercial piece.
To quote that cat with that thing on its head, “It’s called fashion, Brenda. Look it up.”
5:30 p.m.: Drinks and food with my friend in town from San Francisco, Heather, at my go-to, Bar Sardine. We do not talk about fashion once. A necessary decompression.
7:00 – 9:00 p.m.: Prabal followed by Altuzarra, which I will write about before bed. No distractions allowed, so no Grammys. Going to have to read Evelyn’s recap Monday morning instead.
11:30 p.m.: About to fall asleep when I get this text from my dad, who I forgot had actually been in the city on Thursday.
“Saw this by your apartment! Street style!”
Look it up, Brenda. It’s called fashion.
Feature photo by Krista Anna Lewis.