fashion's.night.out

People who grow up without mothers must be the strongest, most independent people in the world.

Arrival at JFK airport in New York: 7:55 a.m. I immediately and embarrassingly am a little lost looking for my pre-booked shuttle as the "ground transportation" kiosk slips by my wandering eyes unnoticed. Who do I call? Mom. My mom who is hundreds of miles away and currently on the road. there is no way she could help me. But somehow, just calling her and inviting her insight into my confusion makes me feel worlds better, even as she laughs at my situation and at my expense.
back to New York. The land of the foreign languages, the busy, the uninterested and the antagonistic. My failed attempt to get the transportation woman, who eventually did help me, to crack a smile reminded me of this unfriendliness.

Finally, after being awake for 7 hours, I convinced my shuttle driver to just drop me off somewhat near work. I still was keyless to my weekend apartment and it was getting too close to 11 a.m., when I was to start my work day. My plans for a nap, some breakfast, and a second to breathe quickly vanished. Indulging in an aroma cafe "health" sandwich and the day's second cup of coffee, I once again called mom (i'm beginning to think I call her too much after reading over this).
I quickly changed into an outfit that never even crossed my mind. I had been thinking about what to wear for Fashion's Night Out since the minute I booked my flight, weeks ago. But once the grime and sidewalk cracks of soho met the bottom of my heels, i was instantly inspired. it just has that effect on you. You can wear anything you want, it usually just works and if it doesn't quite go together, you don't really care.

Flash forward 7 hours, after sleepily getting through the typical day of intern work, Fashion's Night Out finally began. I changed into my FNO tank and a sequin skirt (picture below) and relished in every second of the thriving fashionistas and fabulous lives that surrounded me for the night. As adorners of faux and real fur alike strutted through the doors, I basked in all their confidence, I met fashion lovers that gave the phrase "coming from all walks of life" new meaning. I exchanged smiles and greetings with Texas high school students and designers with fashion week shows. All of whom share a love and passion for this industry of dreams and their makers, creativity, imagination, and fantasy, all turned into a real, profitable, and fabulous reality.

The smell of cigarettes and designer colognes flirted with the crowded soho street, mingling with high heels and and plastic cups of pinot grigio, the ambiance and allure of the evening instilled indescribable satisfaction in me. I was exactly where i was supposed to be.

Charlotte Olympia, the ladies of Anndra Neen, the gentlemen of Proenza Schouler, Alexander Wang, Jason Wu, Thakoon, Peter Som just to name a few. Oh, the fabulous world of New York and Kirna Zabete. It was simply magical just to be a part of it all.

Here's some pictures from the event

Alexander Wang, Tracy Anderson, and Sarah Easley probably discussing how fabulous they all are

Here's one of the DJ Wolfe dance party that went on downstairs. Thakoon and the designers of Anndra Neen with Sarah and Beth!

Tracy Anderson and I

Jason Wu and I

I spent my Saturday relaxing in this adorable little abode of a couple gracious twenty somethings.

I indulged in the luxurious fantasy life in which i sometimes tease myself with. So instead of saving the little bit of money I do have, I spent my saturday evening watching Pretty Woman and ordering dinner to be delivered: French Toast, a Milkshake and cup cakes. ohh the delicacy...

I'm still in that New York state of mind...floating around campus with my head in the clouds. I'm sure my two exams and one quiz tomorrow will be the lightning that strikes me down to reality. But until then, nothing can shake me of this fashion fever.

On my way home from a long day of classes, I shuffled my cowboy boots toward the setting sun and delighted in this song, which i'll now share with you, that the fate of my ipod shuffle setting brought to me. Brings me back to my lifelong dream of having grown up in the seventies...