Fashion Week is anything but boring. It is comforting to know that we are living in a never-changing cycle of fast fashion and that will always remain the same. With the ongoing debate in the press (see: Suzy Menkes’ article “The Circus of Fashion” in T magazine where the new poseurs outside of Lincoln Center are creating a circus), I find myself pleasantly surprised and content with dressing for myself, and not gagging for attention from the paparazzi. I shutter at the notion that people who do not actually have tickets to the shows, stand outside waiting to be photographed in every possible way. The article struck me when it said, “fashion has always been an industry populated with wonderfully colourful characters and self-promoters alike, but in the glare of fashion’s growing ‘circus, differentiating between the two is rarely as simple as whether their native medium is digital or analogue”. Since when can’t we just be ourselves without pretense of the pomp and circumstance? Wow…how things have changed from just a few years ago. That said, change is good, right?
This season, like any other, I meticulously created outfits on my bedroom floor, days before fashion week even started. Among the vigorous reporting that I do from the sidelines, there is also a lot to be said for taking styling cues from the street. I took virtual footnotes from both the runways and the concrete catwalk. Maybe I wouldn’t wear head-to-toe-Prada, or over-the-top insane amounts of Jamiroquai Seuss hats (remember Marc Jacobs from last year?) but I am always amazed by all the creative experts at Fashion week. Bare legs with white shoes? That happened. Menswear looks paired with fuscia single-sole heels? No brainer. Add socks? Why not!
The inclement weather actually worked to my advantage this season, sharing cabs with strangers who quickly became my friends. From “Hey! Are you going to Milk?” to “Wanna have drinks after the shows?” became the catch-phrases of the week. As far as what I wore, I pulled staples that I love (leather sweatshirt, chunky necklaces, and my blanket vest) while bearing in mind my Blahnik’s weren’t great for the ice and snow. I was waiting for a Carrie slip from SATC, but it never happened. Trying to stay original, I am neither the black crow nor the peacock. I just have a personal style blog and I am a stylist. And I watch “Girls” too.
It’s not about what you wear, it’s all in the attitude. Smiling optional.
Visually exciting shows have editors raving, but as Cathy Horyn reports, it doesn’t need to be that complicated, it just needs to be relevant. Personally, that is a cue to stay true to self. Provocative armor is awesome over at McQueen, but I won’t be wearing it. Reversible blanket vest on top on 4-plus layers, another story. And so is shivering while waiting for a cab in New York around 4pm.
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Nili Lotan plaid top, get a similar one from Equipment here, Dannijo Melody necklace, French Connection leather sweatshirt, Adrienne Landau fur vest, J.W. Anderson wool vest, SANG A Cross-body bag, Rag & Bone leather skinnies, Manolo Blahnik open-toe pumps.
And here are the layering details:
Photography: Lydia Hudgens
That’s all I have for now–Click, click, click!