My adventure to New York Fashion Week(end) is over, and the styles, passive aggressive political and moral messages (some of them outright screaming in your face) incorporated with all the other things New York Fashion Week has to offer made for some good reporting!
So let’s start off with my first day (NYFW’s second) of shows. I left my humble abode at Penn State to take on the shows for 3 days. My first day was on February 10th after the huge blizzard that affected most of the east coast, and the streets were a mess. The Uber drivers had as much of an early morning as I did so we kept the talking to a minimum.
I trudged my way through the snow at 9:00am to ensure a front row seat at the Dan Liu show where Dorothy Wang (from the Rich Kids of Beverly Hills) and I got a selfie, and a watched the wonderful performance from the Dan Liu show.
I then met another blogger who brought me as her +1 to the Lanyu show (front row again) and it was a show was full of Victorian vintage looks. I then subjected myself to the excitement of looking exceptionally busy for street style photography (shout out to GQ Spain and NYFW for my streetstyle features!)
At 4:00 later that Friday, I attended the urban, yet politically fueled, Chromat show and boy was it lit! After playing Jersey/Philly party music, having dancers sexy walk down the runway, and diverse models strut down the catwalk, they blasted some good old F*ck Donald Trump tunes for everyone to exit to.
Later that night I met some boy in Zara while I was shopping who needed me to style him for a party later that night. He name-dropped some rappers and I was immediately intrigued by who might be at this “party”. It ended up being a complete waste of my time, so my friend and I ended our night under some ceiling heaters and blankets with some 1 am food at The Standard in the Meatpacking District of NYC.