popped my nyfw cherry
Holy shit. Can we please talk about this jet lag I’m dealing with? I’ve been back for a day and I think the amount of coffee I’m living off is what a regular Starbucks serves in an hour. But heck, I promise I’m not complaining because I just got to spend five days in New York to check out the circus we all know as fashion week.
As a fashion week newb (or virgin, whatever you find more appealing), I had an endless list of expectations of what it would be like to be among all the people I stalk on Instagram on a daily basis. And so last Thursday May-Britt and I jetted off to The Big Apple to see all that’s in store for us next spring and summer.
A lot can happen in just a mere five days. And it did. I’ll make sure to share all the juicy insides with you soon, but since my New York Fashion Week cherry has been popped, here’s a short summary of all the things I learned. Fashion week related or not.
-As funny as people might be online, they’re bitches (yes, bitches) in real life. I’m contemplating whether or not I should add the name here because I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s image of the person but let’s just say she likes to get dressed in clothing men despise.
-I think the last time I was in New York I was about 19 or 20 and I had completely forgotten how much I hated my hair when I was in the city. For some reason the water has a way of making my head full of hair look like a head with a birds nest. Awful. Down right awful. Next time I’m booking as many blow dry appointments as I can.
-It’s easier to get into shows than you think. I was lucky enough to be there with May-Britt who had plenty of show and backstage invites, so I would always tag along backstage. Then the key to making your way from backstage to the front row (alright fine, third or fourth row) is by having a serious resting bitch face, and being busy on your phone.
-Or you can get into a show by showing up right before it starts and stating that you’re the editor in chief of Marie Claire’s assistant. Worked like a charm.
-Half the people walking around outside of the shows are hoping to be snapped by street style paps but don’t actually have show invites. They walk by and when you’re not looking, they sneak around the corner and disappear.
-If you ever want to be in a room packed with botoxed Upper East Siders, go to Oscar de la Rente.
-Apparently there are still people who find Paris Hilton interesting. I know, I was shocked too.
-Gigi Hadid is flawless. Completely and utterly flawless. #girlcrush times a million.
Okay, I don’t want to spill all the beans on the past five weeks right away, but make sure to stay tuned. I’m sure you also want to know about all my awkward moments. Like stepping in freshly brewed dog shit in front of Carrie Bradshaw’s house. Yes. That happened. Or getting the cold shoulder from Anna Wintour.