It's fashion week once again here in NYC and anybody who knows me knows it puts me in a perpetual state of bliss. The models, the parties, the free stuff, the glamor, the models. I love models. Female models only - I think male models are weird and awkward. Anyway that's beside the point. Here are my highlights so far:
1) Have I been at a party with Anna Wintour? YES I HAVE.
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She had an entourage of stilettoed women on their Blackberries following in her tracks, when she stopped to chat with the models and the bigwigs it was only for a moment. She was in and out in what seemed like under 3 minutes. It was a dream...I'm still floating on high fashion clouds.
2) Did I get 3 free mascaras, 2 free lipsticks, 1 free lipgloss and 1 free Fashion's Night Out shirt? YES I DID!
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I mentioned before I was hard up for mascara since the one I've been using for the last 3 years was discontinued. All 3 of these mascaras are Maybelline also (as is the rest of the make up) so maybe I'll find a replacement. Maybe I'll try them all out and write a review for my fellow Lash Stylist mourners. One of the mascaras vibrates when you push a button...so we'll see how that goes.
3) Did I walk by Bryant Park as the following photo was being taken?
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YES INDEED. Every single hot model out right now was there. Hundreds of long limbs, high cheekbones and indecipherable accents chattering about. I was on my way to a job but I had to slow my pace and gawk (and curse myself for not constantly walking around with my camera). When my knees got weak and I started drooling I decided it was time to keep it moving.
4) Did I sit front row at Erin Wasson's RVCA show last night?
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Well, no...I definitely didn't do that. Had I thought about it before I would have hit up the fashion week marketing team and used my
HuffPo style blogging status to try and snag a press pass. Alas I didn't think ahead and I have learned my lesson. She had some good looks...and she is still one of my bigtime fashion gurus...although I will say this - all of these downtown New York designers are all starting to design the same kinda shit. The outfits that say
"I'm too cool to care, but I really do, but I'm so depressed and drunk and coked out I just can't pick out an outfit. Fuck it I'll just throw on super skinny jeans with a pair of boots, a plain thin white cotton shirt and a leather jacket/denim vest. My hair is greasy and tousled, my makeup is smeared and smoldering, and I must smoke this cigarette before I die of boredom." Don't get me wrong I totally love this look. I liiiiiive for it (the gays taught me that one). But can't these downtown designers show a little innovation?! Maybe I'm asking too much.
That's all for now. Just vibing off the pulse of Fashion Week in the city. I can't help it, I'm a slave to the beauty.
'prece.
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