Fashion Week Recap

You know that nagging feeling that you get in your gut on a Saturday night? The one when you don’t really want to go out, but for whatever reason you feel like you should — so get dressed and do it anyway.

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Generally, it ends the same way:

You spend way too much money at a loud, crowded bar on expensive vodka drinks that can’t even get you drunk. So all in all, a waste of make-up and one of those “shoulda stayed home nights.”

You know the ones…

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I have to be honest — that’s how I felt about Fashion Week this season.

Nonetheless, I partook – but my involvement was minimal this season. I did mainly because I felt obligated to get good, hilarious content to write about again and because, well, I live here. Might as well, right? I should.

(Saturday night syndrome!)

Perhaps it’s a hybrid of February and the deep freeze here on the East Coast, but, you guys — if I’m being honest, the entire Week felt like a totally different experience this year to begin with.

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As a result, this is the first and last NYFW update from me this season — and while I’m sorry if that disappoints you, know that I have plenty of other great stories to share coming down the pipeline. Without further adieu…

Day One (and only) | Here’s what went down:

8:35 a.m. I woke up late, naturally, which is a habit that I’ve exhausted all methods of elaborating upon. This happens every season (month, day, year), so it should come as no surprise. I’m such an asshole — can someone help me become a morning person?

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I have no idea how Fashion Week came around so quickly.  I did try to plan my outfits in advance, but naturally, things did not go according to plan.

8:42 a.m. I’m standing in my kitchen — which, in a New York studio, also means bedroom and living space — holding open the fridge, staring into it blankly (my mom hates when I do this). I debate whether or not I need to wash my hair, but not before an attempt to talk myself back under the covers.

8:45 a.m. A quick personal pep talk does the trick — decision made. Ass in shower, STAT.

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9:27 a.m. My body has quite literally rebelled in every way, shape and form at the idea of venturing outside and up to Lincoln Center. I shattered a plate (of avocado toast — tragic!), spilled coffee on my white jeans and burnt the shit out of my neck with a curling iron… Though thankfully, it’s turtleneck season. On my first attempt out the door, I forgot my wallet, too.

On mornings like that, you’ve just got to throw up your hands and be like “Okay, Universe. I acknowledge you… Bitch.” You know?

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9:42 a.m. It’s freezing even inside my apartment, so I decide on tights under pants as a suitable option — and to capitalize on the recent athleisure trend (rejoice!), I slip into my new favorite Nike’s. They match the black-and-red plaid jacket I’m wearing (this one), so it’s fine.

9:44 a.m. I grab my headphones to accompany me on the long commute and make my way uptown, bravely yet blearily stumbling through the New York City chill. Showtime in fifteen minutes.

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10:18 a.m. Upon arrival, I find myself being herded (literally) into the Theatre with nearly 200 other late-upon-arrival attendees. Some had seats, some did not — but these girls were not about to let the bitch in front of her get a better seat than she. Gauntlet thrown!

10:21 a.m. I locate my seat and sit down next to another blogger who is wearing – I shit you not – a white lace bralette type-of-thing and Jeffrey Campbell Lita’s… To each her own, I suppose.

“Want to take a selfie?” the girl on her left asked candidly. She whipped out her selfie stick and captured a few strategically angled snaps. Clearly, not her first time. I look around for the hidden camera, as I’m not sure this is real life. (It is.)

“What’s your Instagram,” she cooed. “I’ll tag you.”

I closed my eyes and made an attempt to count to 10, but I was pulled out of said meditation when I heard “how do you spell blonde?”

Wait, what? Seriously? NO. Joke’s over – where are the cameras? Come on out.

10:26 a.m. I debated making a run for it, but just as soon as the thought entered my mind, the lights dimmed and the tarp back from the runway. Showtime.

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10:27 a.m. The lights dim and the music starts, which makes me smile. Here we go! This is what I love about Fashion Week. The opportunity to see the time, effort and construction required to complete and show a full season’s collection first-hand.

One by one, the models made their way down the runway. And, surprisingly, I realized that I felt different toward Fashion Week this season.

It wasn’t a feeling that I was used to – which used to be that intoxicating high I’d get from rushing around with an IV of coffee, attempting to be in six places at once… That’s fun, sure; but this season, it was more like a peaceful sense of gratitude. And I was okay with that.

 

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To be honest, it’s rare to see something entirely new at these shows. (Though next season may be different, since it’s no longer at Lincoln Center…) Despite this, it seems that invites to Fashion Week have become a form of validation of success for some. And in my experience, there tends to be a bit of an ego surrounding this.

I wish that wasn’t he case. That’s logical, of course, but in my experience (being around it), there tends to be a certain ego associated. And quite frankly, I didn’t want to be around it.

Plus, with the mental and physical exertion that goes into SoulCycle training, it just isn’t possible to have the fifteen-hour days like I used to.

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10:52 a.m. On the way out, I went to make a quick pit stop in the bathroom, but an intern guarding the door held out her hand and told me that there was “no running water today.” Of course – why would there be?

I wrapped myself in a blanket scarf, pulled on my puffer coat and made my way out of Lincoln Center.

11:05 a.m. I walked for awhile away from the madness in an effort to find a coffee shop that wasn’t flanked with bare-legged show-goers and electricity-deprived photographers.

11:10 a.m. I found one, ordered a big-as-my-head beverage and sat. Just sat.

Some days, taking time to do nothing is often what brings everything into perspective.

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I’m not sure if you can relate to this, but it’s weird to quite literally feel yourself growing up. But, you know, it’s also refreshing in a sense.

The past year has brought me a welcome dose of perspective, and part of growing up, I think, is being comfortable with turning the page at some point in your life.

That’s not to say I’ll never be a crazy, NYFW-obsessed blogger again — give me 70 degrees and a martini or two and we’ve got a different story (/blog post).

For now, though, I’m happy where I am. Why try to fight that?

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Oh, and in case you’re wondering what happened next, here’s the spoiler alert: FOOD.

3:30 p.m. Carbs. Chocolate. Alcohol.

4:05 p.m. Jess joined me at the coffee shop after a few hours (wherein we consumed a shitload of food – including avocado toast, baguettes and nutella spread).

After a few hours, I went home, changed, dabbed concealer under my puffy eyes and headed to Cynthia Rowley’s after-party.

We only stayed for one glass of champagne, as the allure of red wine and sweet potato fries in a tucked-away corner booth was unbearably strong. And, honestly – why try to fight that, too?

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*Outfit originally posted here

Eventually, everything changes — or maybe it just always is changing. And that’s okay. Regardless of whether we like it or not, we accept and adapt. And drink wine.

We drink all the wine…

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27 comments

  1. I would never survive fashion week and admire those who can. I’m particularly flummoxed by all the women with bare legs in that photo. This week has been brutal! I’ve read all your recaps on Fashion Week, and can certainly relate to this one the most. This was a great post of yours to read.

  2. You know I immediately went to your Instagram to see the tagged photo! You gotta tag that one because I NEED to see it.

    Please tell me that photo of all the bare-legged front row people is from a different season because there is no way in hell that could have been from any time in the past two weeks. I’m cold just looking at it.

    http://jax-and-jewels.blogspot.com

  3. I love how you mentioned Fashion Week is becoming more about egos and less about the collections. People care about what shows they go to or how many shows they go to, and not about what they’re witnessing at these shows. I seriously think people forgot what this week is all about, which is pretty freakin’ sad, but I’m glad you brought up a good point!

    Happy weekend, Hallie!

    Pink Champagne Problems

  4. Love the photos that you have here. Also, glad that you were able to find a chance to sit down and relax at the coffee shop. I know I’m more introverted so being around a NYFW show would probably wear me out!

  5. As someone who didn’t go to Fashion Week this season (but watched the live streams), I get so annoyed by the folks who DO get to be there in person and the only deep insights they have to share about the collections are: ” soooooo gooood!,” or “amazing!” or just some dumb emoticons. Seriously!? You have no other insights into a collection a designer and his team slaved over for the past X number of months other than a heart? Just, just…. gaaaaah! Literally, I just can’t.

    Sorry to be such a Debbie Downer, but I think part of the reason that Fashion Week is having an identity crisis of sorts is because as you said, people are there for ego, not necessarily business or creative contribution and that kind of dilutes the experience.

    Thanks for sharing your NYFW experience- it was a much needed fresh perspective. Hope you have a fantastic (and warmer) weekend.

    XO, Stella
    http://www.theheartsdlite.com

    • Stella, we must be soul sisters b/c I was just bitching to my hubby about a blogger, who shall remain nameless, commenting that 3 (very different) collections were “AMAZING!”. Really? Seriously? That’s all you’ve got? No mention of the color palette, fabric selection, cut of clothes, etc…. Unbelievable.

      If wanting some substance is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

      Megan

  6. What a breath of fresh air! I’m reading a book called Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less (http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/essentialism-greg-mckeown/1115696845?ean=9780804137386) and I couldn’t help but think of it as I read the NYFW stream of consciousness. Kudos to you for understanding what serves you now, and how that’s changing — but most importantly how that’s all OK and good. Your focus on training and knowing that you can’t do it all is admirable and inspiring – something we all can learn from for sure.

    I relate to those moments where you feel yourself growing up. It sounds meditative, in a sense. I try to “get” as many of those moments as I can, which must be why I love walking everywhere, and why I get defensive about my coffee ritual. It’s a brief meditative moment to sit, reflect and be still in a whirlwind world.

    Cheers to that. Happy Friday!

  7. #Preach, girl. This post sums up how I’ve pretty much always felt about fashion week, and why I’ve never made a huge effort to get involved for blogging reasons—I’d wager 90% of the shows and presentations I’ve ever attended have been for work reasons, and while sure, I cover some of them on my blog or instagram anyway, I don’t kid myself that people are coming to my blog for insightful revelations on the collections I saw. It is cool to be able to go and I’ll share that with some friends, but to take a bit from Fashionista and their whole “Why so-and-so attends NYFW,” my top three reasons would be: 1) get photos for work, 2) maintain good relationships with our designers and their PR people and 3) (perhaps most importantly for me) to create a mental catalogue of trends and styles so I can access that at a later date for work. I’m also over the peacock-ing, especially in February. Like, c’mon, it’s COLD! I went to Phillip Lim for work this week and had to wade through what must have been 60+ photogs outside and dozens of girls in skirts or dresses-sans-tights, or with coats just draped over their shoulders and no gloves to show off their manis. Needless to say, my dark sweater-jeans-boots-hat-gloves combo didn’t catch many peoples’ attention. Oh, well—on to the next, as they say, and your content has grown so much beyond FW recaps that I’m not disappointed over here 😉

  8. Oh Hallie, your post really spoke to me today. I remember really caring about doing the NYFW stuff, and then one year, you just kind of start to feel over it and move on to a new passion. However, your evolution as a person is what keeps us all coming back to read. Bravo, as always:) Miss you!

    xoxo
    ellen christiansen

  9. I love this so much. I can totally relate, and am usually the one craving a dark corner with my besties and a glass of wine rather than being in the middle of the chaos. No shame in that! Keep it up 😉

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