Last Friday, Sept. 9, I had the pleasure of attending my first ever Mercedes Benz Fashion Week shows. I accompanied my friend Lorraine whose awesome new job as a magazine reporter scored us the extra ticket that would allow me to watch the Luca Luca and Rebecca Taylor shows that day.
What an experience, what a scene it is to be at the fashion hub of the nation. To be surrounded by all who live and breath fashion is so different from my everyday life as a graduate student in a non-fashion related school (though my school is part of a very very important school of that sort..) was overwhelming and to be honest I felt totally out of place. Yet at the same time it reminded me of the reason why I started this blog 2+ years ago: fashion, my love and admiration for it.
Fashion is clearly not just about shopping or posting your favorite editorials on your blog. It's really a lifestyle, about understanding what defines you and how you want to be perceived by others. It's about taking the trends, designed by the most creative human beings knowledgeable in both the present and future of mankind (whats fashion, if not understanding its history, past present and future?), and making each piece unique to yourself only. You can be inspired without having to copy someone else's look, for instance. Kind of like the idea of saving face, if you hold yourself to a high prestige of being fashionable, you cannot let yourself fall trap to being an imitation.
This idea was so relevant during fashion week, which is essentially a who's who event - see and be seen, dress to impress. I can't tell you how many photographers and fashion bloggers I saw out at Lincoln Center that day, taking photos of each other, staring at each other, constantly on their phones...in my sandals and school bag, I felt totally intrusive attending these events but had such a blast being involved in the scene. Albeit I haven't even been in the city for a month and I had the opportunity to attend these amazing shows, be witness to upcoming trends.
I absolutely loved the Luca Luca show. It's so difficult to explain that feeling when the lights hit every side of the stage, the music starts blaring and the first model walks onto the runway. So exhilarating, and I think Luca Luca was a perfect gateway fashion show for me.
Absolutely loved the flirty, flowy and colorful numbers modeled at this show. I'd easily wear all of the pieces.
(here's an awesome article about designer Raul Melgoza's inspiration behind the ss2012 show)
Peering across the runway, you can spot the fashion elite, the celebs sitting in the prized front row (I also caught a glimpse at Kelly Bensimon, who sat closer to the back of the runway). To be honest, I can't even name every celeb that had front row privilege but as soon as each of them entered the tent, a crowd of reporters, photogs and flashing lights obstructed any & every view of them until the show finally started. Honestly, an experience of its own.
We had two hours to kill after Luca Luca, so Lorraine and I headed over to Whole Foods at Columbus Circle and chatted over our cold salads (fashion shows and models definitely alter your consumption decisions that's for sure). Stepping just a couple blocks away from NYFW made up realize that really, this crowd only makes up a small percentage of New Yorkers. It was a friday, so the day was as normal as it could get, with everyone at work and whatnot - maybe just 1% of the city gave a shit about fashion week #reality
As for the Rebecca Taylor show, I was floored by the sophistication and coolness of each outfit. I think Lorraine said it perfectly here, "comfortable but flirty — with flowy dresses and slouchy sweaters...The layered skirts and loose silhouettes gave off a fresh vibe while the peek-a-boo blouses and asymmetrical glittery dresses exuded a distinct contemporary edge."
My appreciation for these designers has grown immensely since attending these two shows. I was already so inspired by RT's hair & makeup that I left the house with wet hair today and got a manicure to match the teal eyeshadow used in the show. The things we do for fashion...
Goodness, I can't believe it's SEPTEMBER. It's good to be back in the blogosphere, I know it's been way too long and I can't wait to start this new chapter in my life and share my journey with you all.
It's been a solid 2 weeks and some days since I moved to New York City and I could not be happier with the decision I made to go back to school in a city far far away (both in distance and in culture) from California. The question that I will probably soon face is, will I get homesick? As of today, no and not ever.
I feel more alive and free than ever before. Maybe because I'm thousands of miles away from home that has tied me down in so many ways since I was a toddler. I can't explain the type of freedom I'm experiencing now other than the fact that it's exhilarating, scary, overwhelming (but in a good way), all at the same time.
5 years ago, I moved to LA in hopes of finding a niche since I never had one in my hometown of San Fran. As an 18 year old, I felt that same sense of adventure as I do here in the east coast but with more aloofness. Less wisdom, I guess, though I barely have any considering I'm just 23...My adaptability to the LA lifestyle came easily, during a time when I was vulnerable in college and just wanted to fit in. Being new in a big city is exciting and you learn things about yourself that you'll never discover otherwise. Some places are meant for certain types of people, it's our journey to discover where that place we belong is. 5 years ago, hell even as little as a year ago, I thought my destination in life was LA. But what I slowly discovered was a hyperral world that I simply did not want to live in anymore.
[By definition, a "hyperrality" is a a means to characterize the way consciousness defines what is actually "real." Things that are hyperral are entirely simulated, as a result being more real than real, more beautiful than beautiful]
Jean Baudrillard posed the theory of simulations, simply defined as "fakes." To Baudrillard, the contemporary world is coming to be increasingly dominated by the inauthentic, where counterfeit things are beginning to dominate reality.
I feel as though I lived in an unreal world for long enough that I'm ready to tackle life in a newer setting, where appearances only matter to 5% of the population, if that. Sure I'll miss LA but it'll be nothing like New York. There is a level of comfort that I've oddly found in a city that is so bustling, that it's bridging terms of an oxymoron. Who knows if I'll feel this way in the next 2 years, or months, but as of now I couldn't be happier to be here (how many times have I said that already? whatever.)
out with the old, in with the new ... view of manhattan skyline from williamsburg