What Is Fashion Week Really Like?
The Runway Is Like a Strip Club and Other Observations From a Fashion Week Virgin
Usually, the closest I get to designer clothes is via collaborations at Target. It was never a dream of mine to attend Fashion Week. But I live and work in New York City, surrounded on all sides by fashion editors, and this year I gave in to their insistence that going to a runway show was a can't-miss experience.
For my first time, I settled on Betsey Johnson, which felt right because when I was a teenager in Pensacola, FL, Betsey was one of the cool stores I visited when I went to the big city. Turns out, the unconventional runway show pulled models from ranks of drag queens, Real Housewives, and other nontraditional walkers, along with a few regular pros. While the experience wasn't your typical solemn-chic fashion show, the over-the-top vibe was more my style, and I feel like I get the gist now when it comes to Fashion Week. Here's what I learned as a Fashion Week virgin.
Seating is a total sh*t show.
It's really squishy.
Things do look different up close.
It felt like being at a strip club.
Everyone looks famous.
Models are taller (and skinnier) than I expected.
Everyone is taking photos.
Street style isn't what you think.
Seriously, no one is paying any attention to you.
