The first 48 hours of NYFW, admittedly, were rough. Day 3, I gave away my show tickets. Day 4, though, things started to look up. Here’s how I spent the day…
12:30 p.m. My alarm goes off, waking up on Arianna’s couch after a night out for my birthday. I ate this time (in fact, my friends threw me a tres chic Parisian themed dinner), so hopping in the shower instead of snoozing is pretty easy.
1:30 p.m. I’m in a cab speeding toward Center 548 for the Tracy Reese show at 2:00.
1:57 p.m. I’m on time, which is early as far as start times for fashion shows go. On my way to my seat, a photographer snaps my picture. “He’s from Women’s Wear Daily, you better pose honey!” a woman nearby tells me. So I do.
1:58 p.m. I find my seat number, quite pleased to see that Glam.com has 3 seats. This is a pretty big deal for a start-up. In one of them is one of our California-based assistant editorial producer, Katherine.
2:15 p.m. Angel, Glam.com’s entertainment editor is here, too! And in faux fur! Across from us, June Ambrose poses with her daughter.
2:20 p.m. My boss makes an appearance. Glam girl takeover!
2:30 p.m. The remaining seats are filled with those in standing, the show must be starting soon.
2:40 p.m. Lights begin to dimmer, fading to black. It’s quiet for just a moment before the music starts pumping and the first model comes out.
2:55 p.m. Tracy comes out to take her bow after the finale. She is wearing metallic sneakers with her dress.
2:57 p.m. My boss suggests lunch at Chelsea Market. We all agree, obviously. On the way out, we document our faux fur moment before a photographer asks to take my picture. I wish these guys were around to help me with my #OOTDs on a regular basis. Then maybe I wouldn’t go so long between posts.
3:20 p.m. FOOD! Specially, french toast and coffee. Lots of coffee.
4:15 p.m. Back in the office after sharing a cab with Angel and Katherine, I need to make sure my Edun ticket isn’t at my desk. I’ll need it for the show later. Now, I’m off to get my things from Arianna’s…
5:35 p.m. I’m only in my apartment for 10 minutes tops. I drop my things off, use the bathroom and apply more lipstick. I can’t be late for my next show.
6:00 p.m. Made it just as the show was “scheduled” to begin. I have a standing ticket so I’m scooping out seats I can get to quickly should we be allowed to fill them soon.
6:35 p.m. My feet hurt. The show doesn’t seem to be starting soon.
6:40 p.m. There’s movement! Men in black are scurrying around a group of people. I can only make out Bono’s hair (he helped to found the line). I think I see Lucy Liu. And Colin Firth? Ugly Betty, er, America Ferrera looks so tiny! She’s my height! “It’s so funny how short these celebs are in real life,” this girl says next to me to her friend. I could be a movie star, y’all!
6:42 p.m. Someone else is here. They must be pretty important because 2 people had to get up. I know now, from later research, it was Chelsea Clinton. This is by far my most star-studded show.
6:44 p.m. The lights go down.
6:52 p.m. Bono claps approvingly as all of the models make their final rounds before the designer comes to take her bow.
7:05 p.m. Seriously, New York? You think it’s cute to blizzard right now? Minus a hood or an umbrella, I try to find a cab, walking up one block and over two before I can.
7:10 p.m. Hop right out the cab and go into American Apparel. Thanks to this (maybe, not?) impromptu snow storm, my hair is wet and is going to get really big when it starts to dry. I see a bright blue beret–it’ll have to do.
7:25 p.m. I’m back in the office but in the mirror trying to make my hair look decent. We have a team dinner at 8.
8:00 p.m. Angel, Valis and I uber to Morandi for Glam’s editorial NYFW dinner and re-group sesh. This sounds lame, but I’ve missed my coworkers. I spend more time with them then in my apartment and everyone’s been off running in heels all over New York City, so we haven’t seen each other. This will be a good time.
11:10 p.m. 3 bottles of wine (collectively), a game of peaks and pits and one espresso later, we’ve officially closed down the restaurant. The east-siders split a cab home.
11:45 p.m. Guzzling water and scheduling Tweets. I should write a blog post. I sleep instead. I think my body needs that after the past 3 days. Night, night.