The days are getting longer and the nights are getting shorter, come along on a Fashion Week journey with me, will you?
Pretty ladies backstage at Yigal, but there are miles to go before I arrive there.
9 AM: There are no apartment shots because I woke up, felt like I was still sleeping, took the subway to Lincoln Center, realized the show was at Exit Art and continued to get in a cab. This is my not pleased face.
And inside I die for this tortoise bag held by this stunning girl.
10 AM: Backstage at Karen Walker models get photographed endlessly those are some patient pretties.
My show notes for Karen Walker say 'navy giraffe, amazing, so much orange, circle tortoise sunnies, that ruffle sleeve romper, mixed prints, so pretty...' It may not be Pulitzer Prize winning writing, but the sentiment is there.
A glimpse of that orange...
The lady herself takes a bow, kind of.
The pretty designer tells me, "I was inspired by the photographer William Eggleston who takes images of the street and elevates them and makes them almost surreal." Sounds beautiful. I also wanted to ask her what she thought of the fact that when you Google her name equal images of her and Karen from Will & Grace come up. But alas, I ran out of time.
1 PM: Off to Rosá Cha where a stunner named Chanel Iman was chilling backstage.
Waiting in line to get into the show and loving this guy's rolled pink pants and lace-ups combo. Let's hear it for the boys!
The swim at Rosá Cha is elegant and structural and I want to wear it while lounging poolside in Brazil or Cuba (please read that "Cooba" like the hip '50s guys used to say it.)
2 PM: Backstage the designer Amir Slama poses with Kelly Rowland. I ask him if his native land of Brazil is an influence, what with all those Giseles running around. "I think Brazil influences me only by the fact that I was born there, but I dont have to think about Brazil to create," he explains. So what does? "We have a lot of lingerie influences, we mix beachwear and underwear so it makes the pieces look really elegant." So true...
4 PM: Off to chat with Yigal Azrouël about an hour before his show he's cool, calm and collected. I ask him as an NYC transplant why the Big Apple? "New York is home. I love the energy, the people, the street everything about New York, its amazing." I also ask him what he thinks of being the heartthrob of Fashion Week. At first he didn't understand the question, and then he just said a simple thank you. Handsome, talented and humble...
A look at one of the fresh pieces from Yigal's Spring '11 collection. He tells me, "The mood is very modern and architectural. The cut is much more linear, very clean and fresh. The collection has a sophistication."
5 PM: I briefly stop by to see the BF as he's leaving work and my work day is never ending. He snaps a pick of my H&M dress since the morning was so frazzled. Apparently, I was feeling catty.
6 PM: Go to Bebe in the hopes of spying a Snookie, J.Woww or any Kardashian I can train my lens on. But all I see is Louise Roe from The City.
The show had good energy and affordable wears, but it ran super late so I missed the pretty Sophie Theallet back Uptown :( Yes, that's an emoticon for you!
Hanging out with the Elle folks front row Joe Zee and Roberta Myers.
Except clearly I'm not also in the front row. The show, from what I could tell, was insanely beautiful set to the sounds of Kings of Leon.
Simon Doonan who had a better view than I, shown here with a pretty little one, told me the show was "Gorgeous. If you want to see the craft of fashion, come to Narciso."
Then I saw Courtney Love, who "loved it." I then apologized to said Courtney Love for being so incredibly close to her. Like we could've made out. So sorry.
11 PM: Can't leave without getting a shot of some Hooters. Sleepy time!