Fashion Week in NYC. Iconic, star-studded, drama-laden and normally something I would read about in the Style section of the NY Times. But this past Monday, I had a golden ticket! A few weeks ago, I called my closest friend with fashion connections (JOM) and begged her to rustle up two tickets. She said probably unlikely and then a day later, like magic, the email invite appeared in my inbox for Carolina Herrera’s show on Monday at 10am. My first response was sheer excitement followed closely by the dread of what to wear. My closet is limited when it comes to anything with a name. I asked JOM what she was wearing and she said “when in doubt, wear black”. I decided to rock my Buddhist Chant jeans and wore it with a long Japanese free form BLACK tunic. But in the end, I shouldn’t have given it a moment’s thought. Monday was a dreadful day weather wise and I was more concerned about the state of my hair (matted and wet) then what was under my coat which I never even removed. After being whisked away from our small hamlet of Rye to Grand Central via fairy godmother (the Metro-North railroad) we waited in line for a taxi that never came (NYC + bad weather = subway). I say subway casually but truth be told I haven’t been underground since my NYU days and those are days LONG GONE BY. After overshooting 66th street by a stop, we made a u-turn and raced back down to Lincoln center. The show was scheduled for 10am but from experience JOM assured me the show wouldn’t start until at least 10:30 so even though we were late, we weren’t anywhere near FASHIONABLY late. We had plenty of time to sit and scope out the crowd before the lights went out. And it was a beautiful crowd. My friend KOM was in the second row (husband of JOM) and I took a picture of him: he’s the cute one in the black suit.
Carrolina Herrera is a style icon. There were very few pieces that came down the runway that I wouldn’t want to own – and that’s saying a lot for fashion week. The clothes are usually not designed with someone like me in mind. I must say that fur is IN IN IN for Fall 2013 which I couldn’t be more thrilled with. I’m sick of being made to feel bad about wearing my coat out in public. I did find the shirt with the furry chest a little off putting and I’m sure no girl going through the “changes” would EVER buy that – her internal temp would ratchet up to unsafe levels!
This is a picture of my favorite look that came down the runway: It’s hard to see but it was a dress that looked like it was made out of gold kimono fabric with a very thick and beautiful band of chocolate fur at the top:
While I was busy snapping away, I did manage to pick out a few of the uber BP in the crowd.
And here you can see Anna Wintour and Grace Coddington (look for the red blur):
And this is a shot of the runway finale when all of the models came out together. It’s hard to see anything but you get the sense of the experience:
And then just like that the lights came up and people started moving at a crazy pace to get to the next show. JOM and I had a lovely invitation to meet KOM at the Hearst Building for lunch. If you’ve never been, its quite a place. The architect kept the historic landmark building base and then built this incredibly modern building right on top of it. The company cafeteria is on the floor that separates the old from the new. After lunch we got the million dollar tour of the building including the fabulous art collection owned by the Hearst family and hung in the hallways. It was such a beautiful place it gave JOM and I thoughts of going back to work! And then it was a quick cab back to Grand Central where the fairy godmother train was waiting to turn us back into suburban housewives, and I was in the carpool line in time for pickup. As I went about the rest of my day driving the girls here and there, cooking dinner and hauling out the garbage I did have a moment when I thought “did it really happen or was I just dreaming?”