After I booked my flight on Tuesday I received an invite to the Marissa Webb show.
This might not seem like a big deal, but it's pretty huge. It's a major show with major invitees and somehow I was one of them. Life is crazy.
So I had the John Paul Ataker show at 2pm and the Marissa Webb show at 3pm.
I gave myself a lazy morning, took a short walk to Duane Reade to get the toothpaste I forgot, got coffee and croissants from the hotel, took my time getting ready and headed out around noon.
What I learned on Day 1 is that it was ridiculously cold, so I bought this longer dress from Forever 21 the night before so I could pack a bunch of layers underneath. It's probably some kind of cardinal sin to wear F21 to fashion week, but it had to happen.
My look for Day 2 - Forever 21 dress, Target black turtleneck, Target black tights, Rebecca Minkoff booties
First, I went to Bryant Park for some shopping.
I hopped on the subway down to Chelsea and stopped into Chelsea Market for some lunch.
I ate this taco and I could have eaten 12 more. If you find yourself in Chelsea, you need Los Tacos No 1. It is in fact No 1. Also, bottled diet cokes for the win.
I'm so excited I get to tell my children I walked up hill both ways in the freezing cold to NYFW.
I walked against the wind with tears in my eyes all the way there, but it was worth it.
I opened the door and the room was filled with people in line waiting to get into the show.
We waited, and waited, and waited some more.
They started letting us in around 2:30, if you're keeping up that puts me slightly behind to make another show at 3pm, but I counted on the fact that it wouldn't start on time either.
We finally start making it into the actual runway room and it's everything I thought a fashion show should be.
People were rushing around, we were packed in there like sardines, cameras everywhere, the designers name was on the back of the wall, all of it.
I had about two minutes to get over that and then the lights came up and the music started.
I immediately fled the scene and starting booking it to the next show. It was already 3:15 and I'm kind of freaking out that I'm not going to make it to the biggest show of my trip.
It was impossible to get a cab, I tried getting an Uber and my phone died, so I walked A LOT of blocks, somewhat blindly because as I mentioned, my. phone. died.
I finally made it to the entrance after much hustle. There were street style photogs flashing bulbs in my face and that was strange. Then there was a man at the door who asked if I was a "guest?" I responded, "I doubt it," because I still can't believe I'm there. After we exchanged a few more questions and answers we finally determined I was, in fact, a guest. Oh heyyy.
I rushed into the blogger corner just before the lights came up.
This space was huge, all kinds of people were there, the collection was amazing, I was "standing" front row.
It was absolutely everything I thought it would be.
Here are a few of my favorites from the show.
When I left this show my main concern was to get my phone charged.
I stumbled upon the NYFW Lounge, I walked in and no one stopped me.
Found an outlet, eavesdropped on important sounding convos and caught my breath.
We downloaded on the day, ate some awesome sushi, and caught up.
A relaxing end to the coolest day of my adult life.