Naughty Girls Need Love Too @coco_daniels rockin’ custom @daddydoitall
Hot and Humid. Fortunately, my seats are in the shade. #USOpen #SharetheOpen (at US Open Tennis Championships)
A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder. #earlymemoir #fromwhereIsit #Broadway (at A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder)
Prior to NYFW, my entire social circle dissolves into one giant Google Hangout discussing plans, sharing invites, plotting parties, and trading rsvps. Here are a few of my guidelines for Fashion Week:
1. Thou shalt not crash.
Honestly, there are more than enough events to go around. If you miss one, or didn’t get invited, don’t worry. There’s another one next door to which you were invited. After several seasons, I have come to the conclusion there is no “Hot Party”, rather, a series of events strung together to comprise the craziest conceivable week each season.
2. Filters are an abomination.
This applies more specifically to the shows and presentations, but carries to events also. If you feel the need to filter any photos of clothes or celebrity sightings, you probably could have taken a better picture. Also, you really don’t have time.
3. Thou shalt always put thy best food forward.
Shockingly, New York Fashion Week is about fashion! Amazing! So, please, dress for the occasion. It’s also a prime opportunity to get a new profile pic from BFA or PMC or Getty.
4. Thou shalt network with all thy might.
Business cards are one thing. They are great to have and useful when you don’t have time for a conversation. I strongly advocate the elevator pitch: Be able to concisely present who you are, what you do, and what you thought of the new hem length (or whatever) in 30-45 seconds. This seems like nothing until you time it. And your first impression might be the only impression you get. I’ve brought it in to include taking or giving numbers on the go. Imagine how many people you can cover in a 35 minute event with that!
5. Thou shalt not gossip.
You simply don’t have time to blab rumors that you can’t prove in less than a minute. Likewise, you don’t work for Page Six. Leave it to the professionals. Instead, focus on the good. Marvel at how amazing someone looks; talk about how impressive that show was; tell someone what an amazing event you just went to; and, please, talk about the clothes until you dream in color blocking.
6. Thou shalt be well-equipped.
Short list: ID, battery/charger, phone, business cards.
If you’re carrying a laptop, make sure you have your cord and a decent bag. Nothing like lugging your old Jansport into an accessories collection…
7. Remember to tip your servers.
Every person working at each event puts a lot of effort into it. It takes months of planning, millions of dollars, and thousands of people to pull off the largest US fashion event of the season. Contribute. If it’s the PR person at the door, be patient- they’re stressed. If it’s the bartender, please tip generously- they don’t do this for fun. If it’s the designer, be brief and let others in- this is their best chance at press for 6 months. If it’s a celebrity, be respectful- most stars are people who really wanted to see that show too. All in all, the better you act, the more memorable you will be and the better chance you’ll get of repeating next year.
It’s easy to get caught up in the hype and chaos. Fashion Week is ultimately about looking good and advancing fashion. Sit back and enjoy it.
So many Words. Words in massive, overwhelming quantities. Words that hit hard, pinning your heart against your spine. Words that lull you softly into a gentle slumber. Words that excite and delight. Words that I’ve never heard and will never know. Words that fall deaf on my calloused ears. Words that will be lost and never read. Words of elucidation. Words of hate and spite. Words of hope. Words of the lack of wisdom and knowledge in the enlightened age. Words of head first, pay no mind, damn the torpedoes, Evil Knievel, let’s burn this bridge and the next one too, recklessness. Words about who I am and where I came from and who even cares about that anyways?! Words that scream at you from a far away place where no one knows you or anything about you and yet, they strike so close to your heart, you would swear they were made just for you in that moment. Words that are made up, on the spot, to convey the most ridiculous meaning. Ancient Words, whose existence predates our collective recollection. Words derived from other words, derived from older words, evolved from other languages, whose people have long since passed from memory, and whose legacy is only loosely retained in this poor bastardization of their noble and elegant tongue. Words that I don’t understand. Words that are repeated endlessly, to no effect. Words that live and breath and have more substance than I do. Words that complete the. Words that are loosely translated to mean something and yet nothing at the same time. Wordsthatruntogether. Words.