It has been a while and I know that's how I begin most of my posts. But personal indulgences, even fashion, always seem to be put on pause when the "important" things kick in: like school and applications, alarm clocks, and uniforms. I can't preach this time about balance, because I am figuring it out for myself. I can't promise lots of posts this fall, but I will make sure to sporadically keep my readers updated.
I am a senior, which means I am older, frenzied, nostalgic, and reflective. However to be honest, I still feel young, I still get excited about going to class, and I still label my binders. You think you would grow out of these academic habits, but I don't feel like this is my "last" yet: my last first day, my last year in kilts, my last year at home. I still feel young.
My friend Alex turned 18 and so my friends and I celebrated with tickets to the Derek Lam show at Lincoln Center. This was like my Christmas: the early morning thrill as I woke up, dressed up, and drove into the city. (Wearing a Marni top, sick studded jeans from Opening Ceremony and new Ann Demeulemeester buckle-up sandals.)
Inside the show. I like this picture because it depicts the frenzy and commotion of fashion. Lined against the wall is a whole throng of photographers. I think one of the most magical moments of that morning was when the lights faded and suddenly lights flash, and there is a noise that sounds like waves and that noise is the undulations of camera clicks.
The collection was beautiful. It reverted back to an old glamour, very minialmistic, clean, wearable, with these Cali-blonde women. Color was subtle and even sightly muted.
You envy them, loathe them, idolize them, but they are these quite dolls. They are neatly lined up, one by one dressed and pulled at. Still cool to see the models from the Lela Rose show prepare for the runway.
All and all it was an amazing morning. Even saw Rachel Zoe and Leighton Meester. It reminded me that fashion is this world of extreme fantasy and reality. There is that beauty, the models, the lights, and fabric. And then there are the photographers, the press, and buyers. I love it all.
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