Travel & Hotspots
NYFW VIRGIN
While London Fashion Week is in full swing and our Josselin and Lilian are totally present at the coolest shows, I still want to take you back to The Big Apple for just a moment. The concrete jungle where dreams are made of and I got to experience my first Fashion Week up close and personal. Yes, I was a NYFW virgin, but that cherry of mine, it’s been popped, and how.
From sneaking into shows to being completely ignored by Anna Wintour and from standing in a fresh pile of poop next to Carrie Bradshaw to perhaps the absolute worst moment of my life. No one said it would be easy, but it was definitely fun. Okay, NYFW for the newbie, this is how it was for me:
Meeting Gigi
If you’re there for the first time, you obviously start with a press conference of Gigi. Holy shit. And then also asking her something in a room full of people. Want to see how it went? Check it out here.
Talk about awkward and embarrassing.
Rejection number 1
It’s pretty logical that I don’t just have tickets for shows, I’m a newbie. But I still tried to get into the Tommy Hilfiger show. And then I immediately got my first rejection. Two actually. Because I thought, if the first bitch doesn’t let me in, I’ll try the other one. So two no’s. Ouch.
Rejection number 2
Getting the cold shoulder from Anna Wintour. Give me credit for trying though.
New York and my hair
May has already written about this, but in New York your hair just doesn’t. Drama. Then a bun for five days. Boring.
Central Park
Think you’re a mega fit girl and at 5 AM (thank you jetlag) go running alone in Central Park, you find out that New Yorkers are really crazy. More people running around at such an ungodly hour than on average in Vondelpark.
Sneaking into shows
Maybe not successful at Tommy, but I was able to cross Tibi, Jeremy Scott, and Oscar de la Renta off my list. Tip from May for me: use your resting bitch face and pretend you’re busy on the phone/texting. Once you’re inside, no one really knows what they’re doing, so they won’t kick you out. By the way, at Oscar de la Renta, I pretended to be the assistant of the editor in chief of Marie Claire and that I had important info for the next show. Worked like a charm.
Stopping by Carrie Bradshaw
And then standing in a fresh pile of poop, yes. Talk about awkward and embarrassing. Just a bit more embarrassing than May who had fallen asleep a few minutes earlier during a dinner at
Morandi.
So that was my NYFW in a nutshell
Funny online, a bitch in real life
How funny and nice some people come across online, in real life they can be real bitches. I don’t want to ruin your image of her too much, so I’ll put it this way: she’s known for wearing clothes that make men cringe.
Paris Hilton
So there are still seriously people who find her interesting. Yes, I know. I was surprised too.
To cry about
Suddenly you’re at a press conference of Victoria Beckham. Now I hear you thinking: Vicky, how intense cool. It certainly was. But when someone tells you afterwards that David Beckham was standing behind you the whole time and you didn’t notice anything (zero, nada, noppes), oh god, stop it with me. Where is that hatch in the ground? I’ll never get over this.
So that was my NYFW in a nutshell. New round new chances in February?
