Menace to Society
I used to think Fashion Week was fun. This was years ago, when “the tents” referred to actual tents. Back in the day (it must have been, oh, 2008) my friends and I would try to talk our way into Tommy and Oscar shows and blog about the experience. It was surprising how often our feigned frustration—“What do you mean I’m not on the list? Please call Eric and let him know that we’re here”—would get us in.
I’m still not sure if there was an Eric, but somehow he always came through.
Now, older and wiser and having recently embarked on a journalistic mission to embed myself among the social elite, I have actual invites (22, to be exact), a fresh Anna bob and a mission, should I choose to accept it, to treat Fashion Week not like a joke, but like a job.
Which is a lot harder than it looks.
Fashion Week Observed
“Who are all these people?” We whispered to the woman sitting next to me as we scanned the front row in the giant Eyebeam studio on the West Side Highway. We were waiting for the Doo.Ri show to begin.
“They’re bloggers, mostly,” whispered our seatmate, Kristin Booker, who was herself a blogger for Fashion Style Beauty. She pointed out that most of the editors of the fashion magazines were placed far away from each other in different sections of the front, “to promote competition.”
Meanwhile, photographers snapped pictures of smiling young people with blue hair who we didn’t recognize, or teenage women who looked like they hadn’t showered in a week. These were the new Fashion Week celebrities.
Noted fashion photographer and America’s Next Top Model judge Nigel Barker is the proud father of a baby girl. [Us Weekly]
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