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?"
I talk about time here not only to give room to a good hook and intro, *** but also to mention the importance of timing in the deeper aspects of what fashion week really entails, a physical space devoted to the appreciation of clothing.
I attempted to sit down two days back and talk about fashion week- yet again, without physically being there. I couldn't. My limbs nor my brain would allow such trickery, because in reality, I have no clue what's going on at NYFWSS15. The acronym itself is indeed hard to decipher, intentionally.
...So I'm going. I am heading to NYC this Thursday morning before the cocks crow, or those yellow cabs start honking. You read correctly, I'm moving ship.
I will sit in on the last round of fashion week- better late than never, right? In actuality, it's just not very practical for me to miss the entire first half of my second and third week of senior year at uni hence my (very) delayed arrival. Now when I say "sit-in", I really mean standing, like outside, while the show happens inside. I may come back successful or completely defeated but I suspect the people standing outside the shows will be of much amusement and when is failure never really success?
If you guys are familiar with 'Take My Picture' by Garage or Suzy Menkes' rather historic piece (for all the wrong reasons) "The Circus of Fashion," you'll know that I am about to enter a huge stereotyped pool of people, 'the gawkers' or simply, the un-named, as in we have no title. We are so desperate to be "in" on something. So fashion crazed that we stake out shows and snap shitty photos on our expensive a** cameras with the hopes of becoming the next Tommy Ton or Phil Oh. I get it. I know the set-up of the scene I am entering, but yet- I don't, so see you Thursday NYC. I'll be bringing my (school's) fancy a** camera and my innovation. Whatever that's worth these days...
...But enough small talk, let's get a hashtag going!
*- not very well I should add (see post)
** - is there even time to make physical list? I'd imagine chores come and go quicker than one could grab a pen to jot them down.
***- ..how did I do?