A girl like me only dreams about simply seeing it, has watched countless movies where it’s glory is defined, and has followed its biannual journey upon my first exposure to it as a young fashion-obsessed child – I’m talking about New York Fashion Week. From the countless magazine photos, rapidly occurring blog posts, and congregation of the industry’s kings and queens, just being in New York during this time truly is my dream come true. My trendy New York soul sister, Jess, and I decided what better way to experience Fashion Week as, well, no ones (in comparison to fashion’s elite of course), than to view it from the outside where the hustle and bustle of a fashionable crowd makes their way inside the tents. After the perfect diner brunch, we headed to Lincoln center not exactly knowing what to expect. As we turned the corner to the open space that marked Fashion Week grounds, my heart skipped a beat. I have never in my life seen so many glamorous human beings, dressed to the tee and strutting their stuff in public like it was their job. There were photographers in every direction snapping photos of the crowd to post to the web, one of which actually asked Jess and I for a photo…not real life. It was incredible, so much so that I am actually having a hard time describing the vibe of this very location. Just standing, as an outsider looking in, like watching a movie only wishing and dreaming to be any one of these impressionable people in the industry, brought a tear to my eye.
Mercedes Benz Fashion Week
#OOTD
blazer: H&M // tee: H$M // shorts: Urban Outfitters // booties: Qupid // necklace: Urban Outfitters // sunnies: Rowley Eyewear
Spotted: THE @KyleEditor – accessories editor for Marie Claire Magazine (in blue)
Jess and I at the tents
Then the unimaginable happened. Courtesy of B. Robinson and Legacie, I was honored to be invited to attend and go backstage at the Cynthia Rowley show at the Highline Hotel. Once at the venue, I was completely nervous but my supervisor, Kendall, was so sweet to put me at ease and just enjoy it! And that I did. Backstage was crazy – the Rowley team, dressed in head-to-toe black, was running from room to room in sheer panic, 6 foot glamorous women were being pampered with hair, makeup, nails and dressed in the designer’s most beautiful pieces, and media personnel covered the rest of the open space with their large cameras and recording devices ready to report the latest. Kendall and I walked through this madness snapping photos and posting our shots to Rowley Eyewear social media!
By the time the doors were open for the show to begin, my heart was pounding with utter excitement. Commence endless photo stream…
Backstage.
Yes, Nigel Barker tapped my shoulder asking to squeeze in for some Instagram-worthy shots. No, I did not faint…but almost cried.
Cynthia Rowley herself
Cynthia Rowley SS14 Collection
I was literally mesmerized at the beautiful pieces in her collection. I absolutely love the bright colors and floral patterns. Each design was so feminine but with Cynthia Rowley edgy flare. My favorite look? The black crop top paired with the black mid-length flouncy skirt on the gorgeous blonde diva seen in the last photo. What I would do for this look.
I don’t know if it was the beautiful decor, the endless amount of gorgeous people, or the beautiful designs themselves, but I had a moment at this viewing. I really do love fashion. In fact, I would do almost anything to live and breathe it just as those working around me this night do on and everyday basis. My experience here in the city has opened my mind to various career paths, living arrangements, and lifestyle choices in general. However, if I could do what I LOVE for a living – how could I give up on that dream? Although I may not end up in New York, fashion is my calling, something I am so passionate about, something that literally makes me cry for joy because it is so fascinating. I guess I will have to wait in see what the future has in store for me!
I will never forget this day, let alone this entire experience. I never thought in a million years that I would be standing outside the very tents where fashion’s elite commence for their debut only twice a year. Someone pinch me, because I MUST be dreaming.
xo