This is my second post for Everybody is Ugly, and Iâ€™m already apologizing for my lack of updates! Fashion week is NUTS YOU GUYS, and at the end of the fifteen hour day of standing in one hour lines for fifteen minute shows, trying to get a cab while a hundred other girls are getting one also, typing frantically in hotel lobbies and inside cabs to file reports in on time, and attending events in the evening with thirty pounds worth of bags and swagâ€”itâ€™s hard to find time to sit and update Chictopia (although it pains me to have neglected you uglies for so long).
I was covering the runway shows for Radar Magazine, so I got to apply for a press pass in August which meant that I could enter and exit the tents, but I didnâ€™t necessarily have access to the shows. Then came the exhausting weeks-long process of emailing all the showsâ€™ PR reps to request invitations. And no, you donâ€™t have to be working for the press to attend the shows, but it gives you a bit of credibility when they assign seating.
No, I didnâ€™t make it into Alexander Wang! I was so sad, but it makes me feel better that a bunch of top-notch editors got shut out also. I knew one of the girls working the door, and she said it was basically a shit-show inside. But I would have killed to see Alex dancing down the runway at the end. Ack.
No, not all shows are shown in the tents. Jill Stuart always shows in the New York Public Library, Marc Jacobs is a fan of the Armory, and lots of designers like hosting their shows in showrooms in Chelsea. What this means: lots of annoying shlepping crosstown for back-to-back shows. Also, impromptu show ditching for quick shopping trips in Chelsea or snacks in Soho.
YES, I got to see Anna Wintour, and Andre Leon Talley. The coolest person I met? The Vena Cava girls were pretty sick, and so Julia Frakes from Bunny Bisou and Paper Magazine fame. The weirdest? The guy from Fitness Made Simple. His hair is as weird in person as it looks on TV in case you were wondering.
Yes I wore heels every single day, and thatâ€™s why I have no feelings in my toes right now (for serious). As for the rest of my outfits, I kept it pretty simpleâ€”mostly dresses, belts, jewelry and my Pierre Hardy for Gap platform shoes.
And finally, no I didnâ€™t catch Rumi when she was in NY, but I did get a wonderful secondhand account from my old boss at Teen Vogue who met Rumi at the Erin Wasson for RVCA party and later went to lunch with her. Guuhh, I wanna play too!