For my 19th birthday, my uncle surprised me with a ticket to Erin Fetherston's Fall 2008 show. This happened at the height of my obsession with fashion magazines and I vividly remember taking photos outside of the Bryant Park tents to document my New York Fashion Week arrival. I had no shame as a high schooler! As the outfits came down the runway, my uncle, who worked in Fetherston's showroom, explained the techniques and the time it took to create the dresses, tops, and pants. I listened and watched the show in awe. Here I was witnessing a designer's creations firsthand instead of just reading about it. To me, that was the most exciting part — getting that behind-the-scenes glimpse. It gave me a deeper appreciation for the collection and everything that goes into it.
Fast-forward years later to my first New York Fashion Week as an assistant fashion editor. Though I still had that same feeling of naivete and pure joy as I did years ago, this time around I came at NYFW as a member of the industry. I was eager for shows like Christian Siriano (who I've followed since Project Runway) and Marchesa (my future pick for a wedding dress) because of what I had already seen and read. To experience their collections in person was just icing on the cake, and with several shows on my list, the only thing left to do was plan my outfits.
Admittedly, that part was what I was most worried about. After seeing seasons of amazing street style, my wardrobe options felt a little lackluster. Luckily, I didn't have to go far in search of some inspiration. (I had just finished our 31-day styling hacks challenge and that kept my creative juices flowing.) With my outfits planned, I felt ready for the shows and to report back everything I had witnessed.
Read on to see what Fashion Week was really like, from someone who just went. Spoiler alert: it really was the best seven days of my whole month.