I have played witness and activist in more protests during the past two weeks than I have my entire life. Be it the colonialist mentalities that still circulate the minds of family members, or the subconscious feared-straight mindset I have to the law. Either way, the fear is on its way back to the oppressors and I look forward to continuing my involvement in such crucial movements and effective mobilizing. 

It seems as though Chanel caught waves of the protest filled air that had been circulating given the unconventional sign-bearing models that took to the "catwalk" at the Paris FW Spring/Summer 2015 show just yesterday. Led by Lagerfeld himself, the models marched behind one another with signs commenting on the need for gender reconfiguration. Messages such as "History is her story," "Ladies first," or "Make Fashion not War" (later shown as text on canvas with the launch of Chanel's new clutches) were among some of the signs in hand as models representing the Chanel House bombarded the runway. Fashion is the ultimate cool, and it decided feminism was now and could now be a part of this world, this "cool." 

...But who really gets to make that call? Is it Lagerfeld? -A designer who has been pretty obtuse to conversations surrounding feminism much less within them? The ultra safe and oh so popular slim white models behind him? Or is it the powerhouse corporation behind a global fashion brand marketed to women? Who got to decide feminism was cool? (Was it B?)



I started my 'morning after' as anyone should, chatting and joking about what happened the night before with my best friend and having a good meal- boiled sweet potato and cooked up mackerel with plantain. I then sat down to watch the Calvin Klein show, the very show I stood outside of just yesterday afternoon. Only I could barely watch the show since all I wanted to do was stare out the entire audience to see who I got a glimpse of (and who I didn’t) pre show. “Anna was there? She must have taken the back entrance.” “Oh there’s Grace! I got a good shot of her entering the show.” See that’s what they call the the ‘gawker' mentality. They’re always there season after season (and I suspect very few even make it to the inside of a show) with little to no real clue as to why they’re actually there. They thirst, but are never quenched. They can look, but can't touch. Yesterday I felt not only distanced from the people privileged enough to enter the show ticket in hand, but even more distanced from the very people I stood with outside of the shows. 



It hasn't even cleared the one hour mark of me being in the city and I've already temporarily lost my water bottle, brushed my teeth in a public bathroom, tripped- but managed to save my armor mid-fall, whiiich, I found rather impressive. Alas you can't walk the streets of NYC without a beverage in hand. 

I sit in Starbucks to plot out my day, only I sat in the Starbucks two feet away from the one I purchased at because of course, there were no seats. I quickly discovered you can tell foreigners from the natives by the way they judged the length of a Starbucks line at 8am on the corner of 39th & 8th. 



If I had to pick one thing I've leant from covering fashion weeks*, it's that real time means nothing during this highly crucial and anticipated week. Days blur, and everything becomes one big mash-up of events with no real orientation around a clock- just lists, very very long to-do lists**. Forget the fact that we are actually at the crux of fall dibble-dabbling in the trends of next year's spring time, reality just don't mean anything when we are discussing NYFW. If you don't believe me just ask Crystal, my friend (who also happens to be my cousin) who is casting for a few shows at the event. Yet despite this, still could not answer my burning Twitter question: "Did NYFW fashion week start yet?"



Compilations offer readers a peek inside my head on a weekly basis. This is not a summary of my week, but rather a few important aspects of or enjoyable moments within. After seeing Joy over at Just like Sushi’s collage posts, I was inspired by her knack for stimulating visuals, and decided to do a similar thing here. Alas, we are all not really that original.