NYFW, Day 5

NYFW, Day 5


I’m going to be honest here, everyday during Fashion Week that I don’t wake up hangover and try to wear the same outfit I wore the day before is a success. Eat before you drink, guzzle water before bed, kids. I was a pro at this by the time Day 5 rolled around.

8:30 a.m. No hangover! Oh yeaaaah, Imma look cute to-day.

9:30 a.m. Sh*t, I better Uber right now so I can be on time/early for Carolina Herrera’s 10am show at Lincoln Center.

9:52 a.m. Frantically message my co-workers in our NYFW group chat… “who can take my spot?! my uber is SO late!”

10:01 a.m. Oh, nice of you to show up, Mr. Uber Driver. Take me to Lincoln Center at once!

10:22 a.m. I am legit sprinting up the stairs into to the tents, they have to let me in, they have to let me in. I had to have looked like a crazy person. Hannah, who shoots for Essence (we’re friends at this point) asks if she can take a picture. “Can I come back?” I ask before taking off again.

10:24 a.m. Scanned my ticket! Yes, so at least they will know I made it. Now to get into the actual show. Once, again, I’m taking off in heels. “You can try, but I’m not sure they’ll let you in…” a security guard starts to say as I run past him. The guard at the door sees me coming and opens it. See, he knows. You don’t play around when it comes to Carolina Herrera.

10:25 a.m. I’ll have to stand. That’s cool. I’ll just park myself on the steps here.



10:34 a.m. From what I could see the show was beautiful. I fight the crowd to walk onto the runway to steal someone’s show notes they left on the seat for my review.


11:05 a.m. Back in the office, time for coffee, and to schedule Tweets. Oh, and write, huh?

12:30 p.m. Reporting for duty backstage at Milly by Michelle. I’m supposed to get the scoop on all the beauty looks the models will rock down the runway once they have their hair done, nails done, everything did. Oh, wait. Are those the clothes the models are wearing? And the designer? Perhaps, I’ll mosy over and see what snaps and/or quotes I can get.


1:00 p.m. Mission accomplished. I got the scoop on the beauty looks, snuck a few pictures of the clothes and talked to Michelle Smith about her collection–plus she gave me tips for making sequins edgy, totally a selfish question.


1:10 p.m. Surprise, surprise, I’m in a cab again. This time headed to Barbara Tfank’s presentation. She’s dressed Michelle Obama on occasion and seems to be bringing opulence back. I’m for it.

1:25 p.m. A man gets out of a Subaru asking to take my picture, uh, sir? For Fast Company, he said. Oh, well, in that case, where do you want me? He turns out to be legit, y’all.


1:36 p.m. I check in with the presentation’s PR folks, who usher me over to talk to the designer. I ask her a few questions, she tells me what piece she thinks our #FLOTUS would wear and how we can quickly achieve a lady-like silhouette.


2:05 p.m. Back in the office, I decide to get happy with Chinese food courtesy of Six Happiness on Seamless. I need all of the carbs. Plus, who knows when I’ll have time to eat again?

6:00 p.m. Time for Alice + Olivia at the McKittrick Hotel, home of Sleep No More which I’ve been waiting to go see since that episode of Gossip Girl (though, it did taper a bit after that episode of Law & Order: SVU). Wait, what is this crowd of people?

6:02 p.m. Walk through the crowd to a girl with a clipboard. “Hi! I’m looking for the press check-in, please!”, I saw in my most chipper fashion voice before she directs me back to that crowd of people. Hm.

6:15 p.m. Carrie, from The Carrie Diaries is here. Cool, I’m still cold, though. The security guard keeps barking for us to back away from the door. Well, sir, it’s cold, and we’re tired of being in the cold, so…

6:30 p.m. More screaming for us to back away from the door.

6:40 p.m. Light bulbs start flashing, someone is here. Omgosh, it’s Chrissy Teigen, her gorgeous cheekbones, and subtle long legs! And she’s posing for selfies with people? What do I do? Get out of line? Ask her a question? Too late, she’s inside and the security guard is screaming for us to, once again, get away from the door.

7:00 p.m. “Welp, you should have moved back,” the butthole at the door said.  “It is now seven o’clock pee eem and the presentation is closed! Thank you for coming! Try again next year! Happy Fashion Week.” Piece of sh*t. 

7:05 p.m. Almost slip trying to get into a cab back to the office.

7:25 p.m. My co-worker who I just discovered was at Alice + Olivia is back and showing me pictures. It was beautiful.



8:35 p.m. I’ve done all I can do in the office. It’s time go home… and you guessed it, hail another cab!

8:55 p.m. Grunt hello at my roommate. Think about hanging up my clothes but just toss them on the bed instead before climbing over them to get to my computer. Seamless and writing a blog post, in that order.

12:30 a.m. My post is scheduled, I’ve actually washed my face (versus using a makeup wipe–don’t judge) and I’m under the covers. Night, night.