I managed to squeeze in a few shows but, unfortunately, not Vena Cava‘s. I was getting dressed that morning with one eye on the computer when the news of Alexander McQueen’s suicide was broken by the Daily Mail. I couldn’t tear myself away from the developing story. (See my post for a massive amount of McQueen links.) After the news was confirmed, I finally got out the door, jumped in a cab and thought I’d make it to the show … only to encounter crazy traffic due to an explosion in Chelsea. When I saw on Twitter that the show had started, I had the cab turn around. An expensive trip to nowhere!
I was consoled by seeing the Badgley Mischka and Vera Wang shows from the luxury of the American Express Skybox (thanks to my gorgeous friends Shari and Ashley for hooking me up). The Skybox is my type of fashion experience: no pushing or shoving, full bar, sandwiches and cookies! The only drawback is that it’s hard to take pictures of the runway. Instead, I took a picture of youthful blogger/Skybox visitor Becca, whose hairy pink jacket complemented my hairy purple jacket.
Between Becca and Tavi, I felt like I spent Fashion Week corrupting minors.
I loved the faux-ny tail fauxhawk hairdos (very long, sides pulled tightly back) at Badgley Mischka. I’ve already told my superstar stylist Julie Matos that I’ll be wanting that look. But I didn’t know that the contemporary Mark & James line was going to be shown after the signature line, so I had a moment of panic: “WHERE DID THE BEAUTIFUL GOWNS GO?!” When it comes to Badgley Mischka, this is what I like to see. One of the first really beautiful gowns that I had was by Badgley Mischka. I wore it to my gorgeous sister’s wedding in 2002.
I still have the gown and the shoes, of course.
While I don’t have anything of Vera Wang’s (maybe there was a bridesmaid dress once?), I enjoyed her “Film Noir“-themed ready-to-wear show.A But seeing all the somber models wearing black, black and more black did make me think, “If I had to put on a fashion show right now, I’d have every outfit be red, yellow and/or blue and tell the models to sing and dance down the runway.” What can I say? I’m an incorrigible contrarian.
At Milly, I was again intrigued by hair. The side ponytails with berets were so cute! As were the bright tights, yellow gloves (I’m way ahead on that trend), and this boob-bow dress. After the Milly show, I collected gorgeous blogger Lenya Jones from the media room. She and I joined other gorgeous bloggers including Jennine of The Coveted, Stacy of tafettadarlings, Midtown Girl, 39th and Broadway and Fashion Herald at Southwest Porch right next to the tents at Bryant Park. Somehow I didn’t realize that Southwest Porch was outside until we got there and sat down in below-freezing temperatures. Most of us managed to hang out for more than an hour, even though it started to snow. When we finally got up to go, I couldn’t stop asking people, “What the hell is wrong with us? This is crazy!” It was great to see all the peeps but I think next time we want to meet up in the winter, we’ll do it inside.
Here’s a final picture. I’m wrapped in my shearling coat, trying to pretend I’m not freezing. Lenya is trying to make a s’more over a tiny little heat lamp, but I don’t think her marshmallow ever thawed out. Jennine is in the background on the left.
Lenya has more photos. I’m trying to make her leave Australia and move to New York so I can see her all the time.