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nyfw day 3 and 4.
bonjour and auvoir to day 3 and 4. i can't believe you are gone already! friday was a good friday that was made up of scribbling away reviews of walking art and stunning silhouettes, only to end with a sci-fi sally lapointe show. my heart skips a beat when designers strongly stick to a theme, and she purely represented futuristic fashion with risk, and that, my friends, is what made it the talk of the night, the favorite show thus far of fashion week? designers playing it safe=boring, so thank you sally for exposing your brave talent. it was extraordinary.
the night ended with exploring the city with shannon (slightly by accident, might i add). yes, we might have made an unintentional trip to brooklyn, but it all worked out as we found ourselves back in manhattan, tucked into a pizza shop in the middle of lights and life-size advertisements. yum and yum. lavo ended the night, catching up with old and new friends!
day 4. what can i say about you, except that you are a day where dreams came true. it all began with a beautiful binetti presentation, where models exhibited the most details pieces. always impressed by his craft. rachel antonoff was slotted next in our schedule. lost with the fashion editor of lucky was a new york moment, and who would have thought our next show would be the greatest high school dance? EVER. yes, we were literally passed by high school students, and intruded their gymnasium with models dancing to "the like" live. spotted: teen vogue editors galore, noteworthy bloggers, and alexa chung herself. i must admit i did a double take because she is one of, if not THE fashion icon to me. she was too much fun (thankfully, not too cool for school).
our afternoon continued in full swing, as we walked down my favorite model spotting street to the next show: araks. some great snaps filled my camera, not to mention, i had the opportunity to meet some incredible street style bloggers. amongst them-hannelie, craig of altamira, the face hunter, and the street peeper-hanging with him was an absolute treat. off to a purely vintage lineup, full of oxfords, exposed socks, and floor length hemlines. all that to say, araks was great. i especially am loving the pure faces this season, where makeup is minimal while hair is naturally noticeable.
off to vivenne tam. packed out to say the least. i am not surprised one bit that she attracted quite a crowd: her designs are impeccable. fulfilled dream enters here: i found myself walking to alexander wang at pier 94. two of my favorite things in one: the hudson river and this beyond-words designer. pinching myself. people watching here beats all locations, and to my further amazement, sam schuman, aka, the sartorialist, the man who made street style what it is today, who started a wave of personal inspiration, stood amongst the spectators. side note: there are several celebs grazing these locations, yet i remain star struck by editors, bloggers, and models.
how we got into this high, HIGH security show, i cannot reveal, but we ended up front row in standing. dreaming? i am still not sure. but, i do know that i got to watch my top favorite models walk. the energy was outrageous. the scene was innovative to the core. the final looks: karolina kurkova and natasha poly. omgee. i literally felt weak in the knees after this show. WATCH bits and pieces HERE:[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73eFCtFWLOM&w=480&h=390]the evening continues with reminiscing about the day, making sure no memories were lost, sitting at the whole foods bar in time warner, sipping miso soup, munching on homemade dumplings and sushi. winding down: bumped into sophia bush. writing in the hotel room, banana splits, cranberry green tea, and career brainstorming with shannon ended this one saturday. wowsers.
nyfw day 2.
catching the nicholas k show was quite a blissfully grungy way to start off the day, where raw fabrics composed a so archival vintage collection. what could possibly be said to be even more fascinating: meeting the really-nice kelly cutrone and watching her reaction when a model tripped. next up: bcbg was packed out. the pure lines and elongated silhouettes were a breath of fresh air but not out-of-this-world amazing. onto luca luca for some backstage interviews. i heart the madness behind those walls. truly exhilarating. makeup artist gucci westman is a genius (no wonder she is revlon's finest), not to mention the hair stylist, teddy charles. what a hunk. mara hoffman up next! might i say she was me and shannon's favorite of the day? this presentation was a diamond in the rough. did i step out of the big apple into an organic wonderland? definitely. mara is such a depiction of freedom.
only in this place, only during this week, magic happens. when else do you meet a parisian photographer who wants to capture the beauty of friendship on your way to dinner? when else can you mingle with some of the most interesting artists on the planet? this was all discussed in some girl bonding over hot soup at the chowder room in the empire hotel with mari and shannon, only to be graced with the presence of thomas and errol-the hawaiian counterparts of our fashion team. they are absolutely extraordinary.
christian siriano closed the door on us, only to lead to a fun night of shan and lo adventures. it took a few hours of talking for us to catch up on a few years!
nyfw day 1.
oh the irony of being accompanied by sleet and snow on the trek to the airport, only to land (right on time) in a sunny, yet frigid new york city. my favorite part of every trip here is catching a taxi from lga and soaking up the much-missed culture of this melting pot of a place--observing the different characters, the workers, the pace. i try to breathe it all in, but that's impossible. p.s. you know you are in nyc when you start wearing all black-->
a quick stop to the apartment...being welcomed with warm and friendly faces is always a highlight, and it reminds me that life still goes on here. i am blessed to step into it, even for just ten days. the anticipation of the newly opened trader joe's location was too much to handle, hence the immediate trip over to that heavenly grocery store. everything there is just so cool and cheap: the best combo ever. my favorite purchase: guacamole hummus, quinoa bread, organic cranberry green tea, and, of course, almond butter.
shannon arrived at the empire hotel! i am ecstatic that my life long friend is here with me this season. we did some much needed catching up at nanoosh-the yummiest hummus bar on the planet-with some organic lentil soup and pita, then we made our way over to the first show of the season: the heart truth red dress collection. on our way, we bumped into my photog friend (who i admire for his model shots) and nigel barker…what a stud muffin. the show was packed and full of energy! spotted: matthew mcconaughey and bill rancic supporting their participating wives. it was a fantastic event ending with a performance by yours truly, natasha bedingfield.join in the fun, and watch her sing here: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf1ZZ15ghMk&w=480&h=390]
now i find myself succumbed to the justin beiber channel on pandora, recapping the madness that is about to begin, all the while dreaming of sleep. i heart nyc, a whole lot. until tomorrow!
barely there.
valentino couture. muted color is ridiculously feminine.
elie saab couture.
photos: nymag
rouge muse.
love, j'aime, LOVE this styling. rouge from lips to pants=fantastic. SAME belt. can you find the other correlations? p.s. i can't help but crush on stilleto leopard pumps, white wide legs, and deep blue.
rousse chantillyphotos: lefashion
androgyny translated...
through sheer dotted blouses, loose red ties, and dark bold-faced time tellers.
andrej pejic for marc by marc jacobsphoto: knight cat
inspiration overload.
holy moly. maison michel clearly knows what's up. his spring/ summer accessories lookbook is stacked (STACKED) with stunner faces. the mix: bambi northwood-blythe, abbey lee kershaw, anja rubik, frida gustavsson, and karolina kurkova just to name a few. oh, did i mention the man behind the lense? that would be mr. karl lagerfeld himself.
in clearer language, this is something to look further into: http://bit.ly/hszfIl
novel visages.
featuring haley clauson, melodie monrose, and kat hessen, this dazed & confused short by hugh lippe bedazzles the importance of 'well-done' casting. interesting: choosing faces is imperative.[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6vzLLRJobY&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&version=3]source: nymag.com