In perfectly styled ensembles and on carefully nitpicked heels, you find them on any corner of the street. Sometimes in groups, sometimes by themselves. Huge sunglasses. An excess of unaffordable jewelry. And everyone is so cool and sophisticated. Well, at least that’s how they feel. And whether it’s accurate or not, simply put, it’s all because of the fashion furry that was buzzing through the streets. The “hey look at me” idea is contagious, during every New York Fashion Week.
And although this fashion frenzy makes us all very proud, it also makes the average New Yorker frown. Suddenly their little island has been infiltrated by rather eccentric types, restaurants are overcrowded and Manhattan seems like more of a hysterical playground than the hard headed city of dreams it’s known to be. Life in the city is very intriguing during Fashion Week. Read here about what it’s like:
No it’s not Brangelina, it’s a fashion influencer
An ecstatic symphony of flashing cameras are all a part of the almost floored photographers who are snapping away at an immense speed when a woman crosses the street. Her, the one wearing the black shades. Photographers are on the hunt to capture the perfect shot for magazines. Whoever the person may be, no one really cares. For these kind of paparazzi shenanigans you don’t necessarily have to be famous. As long as you look good, act the part and forcefully walk onto the Fashion Week playing field.
“Sorry, we have a private event”
The sentence I like to refer to as utter BS. It’s used rather frequently at club and bar entrances and to sum it up, what it pretty much means is: ‘we want to be exclusive, we’re not in the mood to discuss this, and wearing those sneakers just doesn’t cut it for our club,’ or something along those lines. So even if you have an easy time getting into any fancy bar or club on a regular basis, during NYFW the following rule applies: no guest list, no entrance. To the annoyance of the New York residents who suddenly can’t even grab a drink at their local bar cause their name isn’t on the list.
Overdressed
Spruced up like Anna Della Russo. Big hats. Feathered skirts. Shiny accessories. The normal all-black-everything New York is suddenly a whole lot brighter. The city during NYFW is like a real life magazine. Sipping their takeaway cappuccino on street corners, or Instagramming in the subway. It’s not an exaggeration, it’s simply put: Fashion Week.
Hysterical playground on the FW turf
Fashion girls swarm in circles, ladies swirling with their skirts, people dress up like futuristic Sci-fi characters and then there is the crowd there merely stands stoically in a corner gazing into the distance. Whichever way they do it, they are all waiting until the street style photographers of all street style photographers gets a peek of them cause who knows, maybe they’ll appear in Vogue as per chance. Very important, it’s part of the job. But if you’re watching this crowd from a distance, it’s like watching a circus.
