baby’s 1st fashion week.
i can’t maintain a blog focused on brand, image, & fashion without writing about my first real experience with new york fashion week. while i am by no means a fashion insider, i am fortunate to have lovely and stylish friends who are – and through them, found myself in the middle of, as one writer put it, “the beautiful mess that is fashion week.”
i jokingly tell my friends that i love their jobs. who wouldn’t? i found myself in the 2nd and 3rd rows of the christian siriano and davidelfin shows, respectively, sipping moet at events with the ‘impossibly hip,’ attending openings, among other fashion week delights. i enjoyed all of this, while only having to remember what time i needed to show up. i experienced none of the pressure, chores, and drudgery of actually working in fashion.
there are terms in psychology regarding motivations: they are either implicit and explicit and affect how we feel about what we do. for instance, until about the age of 20, i was destined to be a virtuosic cellist and/or pianist. groomed since the tender age of 6, i practiced, auditioned, and was otherwise chained to these instruments in order to refine my musical skills. while i loved music, practicing felt like a chore. i was explicitly motivated by outside influence, which negatively affected my desire and love to play music. today, i love attending as many concerts, recitals, and operas as i can and play in chamber music and orchestra groups for fun. fun being the operative word, because i am implicitly, or internally, motivated to pursue my hobby.
social psychology lessons aside, i found in the past year that fashion is perhaps one of the most unglamorous industries in which to work {those poor interns passing out wwd in the cold!}. Experiencing it this week on my own accord, unrelated to my job, was blissful. living in new york, this is funny because everyone wants to work in fashion. however, like anything else, it’s a business, and typically, the top 1% gets to have all the fun. i sat next to a reporter from new york magazine at the siriano show on day 2 of fashion week. already she was tired, hot, miserable, complaining. today, the last day of the shows {and the last held at bryant park}, attendees at the davidelfin show looked tired and haggard; i swear i saw more flat shoes than ever before. for me, i’ve never felt cooler striding into the bryant park tents donning my best attempt at stylish garb, or happier sauntering around parties, bubbly in hand.
in fashion, most people are tirelessly working behind the scenes so that we, the outsiders, see only the gleaming veneer of glamour. boxes must be packed, orders filled, cars ordered for celebrity guests, scenery struck down, models directed, and so on and so forth. most of my friends were very much lacking in sleep and food {side benefit: heroin chic}. keep in mind, all of this is after the clothes have been conceived, designed, and produced.
and let’s not forget about the clothing. we get lost in the inherent theatrics surrounding all of these fashion week events, but oh goodness: it’s really about the clothes. at the temperley london show, pieces were shown on mannequins displayed among old norman parkinson photographs from the 1960s. one could touch and examine the garments, which provided the opportunity for happy little discoveries of the designer’s technical expertise. one jacket, for example, which looked like a slightly fancy tuxedo jacket in soft pink, was found to be made out of a single piece of continuous fabric. incredible. this is why fashion isn’t fundamentally glamorous: it is a labor-intensive, grueling process where only a very select few of extraordinarily talented craftsmen rise to the top – just like in any other art.
one of my fash pack friends says that the inner workings of the fashion industry seem so unglamorous for the very reason that we expect it not to be; the juxtaposition is stark. people in fashion work very hard, fight for good pay, and deal with utterly intense, cutthroat competition. however, i’m incredibly glad they do, because what we fashion fans get in return is a whole universe of fantasy in which to play during fashion week, and continue to do so the other 51 beautiful weeks of the year.


















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