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. 



On this past lovli-est of Sunday evenings whilst grocery shopping I picked up a glossy and flipped through the pages after what felt like years. Lucky's newest issue features a print-dress-clash-wearing Dakota Fanning on the cover. A Fanning who would later get fashion advice from the check-out lady as to how to wear prints: "If you do a print on top, you should do a solid on the bottom." The ever daring print clashing trend is one of real controversy. It has been around for ages now, and in-line with many other 'classic trends,' have yet to find their grave.

While flipping the editorials which featured street-stylers from the likes of Chiara Ferragni, to Susie Lau, and of course my personal favorite, Tamu McPherson. Though, I couldn't help but notice that much of the fashion advice was, well, the same. Colorblocked hues, jewel tones, Chelsea boots and the ever-popular talks on minimalism and sporty chic. These topics are really nothing new, and though this reoccurring conversation of trends may seem boring to some, to me it shows a bit of loyalty in an otherwise fleeting industry. Though I can appreciate fashion's loyalty to what I deem "classic trends," I must admit, it was rather refreshing to come across a brand challenging the very same.