Sidewalk Runway

It’s officially fashion week! For years and years, whenever this ultimate fashion event rolled around, I’d always swear that I’d do anything to be a part of it–stalk the tents just to get a glimpse of the excitement, volunteer at the shows… I just wished so badly to get a piece of this larger-than-life parade of beauty and creativity. With the internet streaming everything and street style shots going up every five seconds, it would seem that everyone can be a part of the spectacle now, yet I think it’s only heightened the hype and the enigma. For some reason or other though, when I did move here, I didn’t really make an effort to go to Lincoln Center and see what the fuss was about. While it must be a wonderful thing to actually take part in, I guess I prefer my distilled version of this world–taking inspiration from blog photos and glossy shoots and enjoying the style frenzy that occurs when the fashionistas descend on the city. Regardless of whether you go to the shows or not, you still feel the energy shift; women start dressing with fall in mind, lanky models reign everywhere, and the windows beckon with goodies to come. And, with Fashion’s Night Out, the game has really changed because everyone can participate! I remember when Vogue created the event four years ago and I begged my sister to check it out because I couldn’t all the way in Florida. She wasn’t convinced about it’s potential to be something special, so she opted to stay in and study. The next year, I didn’t take no for an answer and I created an elaborate itinerary to live vicariously through her and, lo and behold, she had an amazing time. But finally, last year was my turn! I met Sarah Jessica Parker at Manolo Blahnik (most surreal moment, she was so sweet!!!), stumbled to put together a coherent sentence in front of Garance Dore (favorite fashion blogger and style icon), and took some rockin’ photo booth pictures at Kirna Zabete. New York reveled in full; people swarming the streets, six inch heels on cobblestone, clever cocktails, street style at its best (and most insane) and yelps and cheers as the real democratization of fashion took place. The thrill was palpable. New York has a new official holiday. Every year gets more and more crazy, and I think of Anna Wintour’s incredible impact as the event continues to spread and go global. This year, I didn’t get to see as much of the action because I was working the event (sorry for the lack of pics). Being in Soho though, I did see a fair amount of the madness, as people swarmed the area and fans began to line up at rag&bone at 5 (I heard there was a concert and free jeans). And while strolling around this weekend, I caught sight of Bergdorf’s celebration of its 111th anniversary and Barneys kooky aquarium ode to Louboutins. Love it or hate it, fashion is always a good conversation starter!  


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