First day of NY Fashion week
NY Fashion week Spring 2007
Perry Ellis Promenade tent 10am
First morning and not a tantrum or shoe thrown in sight, only gorgeous tanned men with chests and arms that looked as smooth as sculpted butter, changing their undies in front of me. Urgh the things they make us do in this job sometimes!
The clothes were elegant, cream linens matched with light knitwear in greys and snugly cut shorts. Think The Talent of Mr Ripley, 50’s Portofino style.
My model was called Bev and was pleasant enough and smelt divine. We had a nice chat, as much as you can at 8am, whilst he was revealing his breakfast to me and a room of strangers. I found it a little disorientating watching a man put his clothes on hurriedly without having indulged in some naughtiness with him first, but I kept that thought and the knowledge that my sister in-law shares the same name as him.
Of course the true grandeur of fashion week lies not in the exquisitely created clothes, the blood, sweat and tears the designer has put into them or the gorgeous creatures that flaunt the often exquisite garments and their bodies, but in how much free stuff you can cram into your bag between the abandoned catwalk, the foyer and the exit.
Goodies scored:
A pair of scarlet footless tights
A free haircut and conditioning treatment, (hmm, not so great when given to a person with a hairdresser phobia)
Invite to a party
A Quaker muesli bar.
Food lots of food
Cia Maritima Promenade tent 1pm
Then it was time for the Brazilians to shake their lovely, coca buttered, waxed bottoms.
I have been assisting the preparation of this show all week; a collection of animal print and vivid fauna print bikinis teemed with white crocheted kaftans and gold conch shaped necklaces, all this was carefully put together with us tech team wearing monogrammed lab coats over our normal clothes just in case there was a mix up between who was a 6ft2’ Brazilian and who was mere mortal, so it was nice to see it all come together at last, even if all those long hours with an army of people merged for a grand culmination of titchy tiny bikini wearing, hair flowing finale that lasted all of ten minutes.
In the goodie bag:
A Cia Maritima bathrobe and Havaianas white flip flops, that I secretly coveted all week and as Karolina K didn’t want hers, I thought, oh well, waste not want not and into my bag they went.
As many coat hangers as I could carry without looking like some crazy bag lady.
More food.
Ashish N Soni Atelier tent 9:30pm
Just gorgeous!
Beautiful embroidered and detailed capes and bolero jackets sat over colonial white high waisted shorts and gold brocade tulip skirts, heads were wrapped in long, cream, beaded silk chiffon scarves. It wasn't until you got closer to the silver embroidery detail on the garments that you saw how each star and flower shape was in fact made up from tiny safety pins.
Crisp white, tight fitting lawn cotton tops gushed out in doily like layers teamed with heavy antique Indian silver bracelets and anklets.
The girls looked like a delicate cross between ballet dancers and Florence Nightingale and they sauntered down the runway to a lovely soundtrack of Yann Tierson mixed with the sound of birdsong and waves crashing on a shore.
My girl was from Manchester and we ended up having a nice chat about Hampstead Heath bathing pool and ignoring the chaos around us.
Free stuff: A big fat zero, they had even finished off all the biscuits.
Bitchiness factor: moderate to high
Perry Ellis Promenade tent 10am
First morning and not a tantrum or shoe thrown in sight, only gorgeous tanned men with chests and arms that looked as smooth as sculpted butter, changing their undies in front of me. Urgh the things they make us do in this job sometimes!
The clothes were elegant, cream linens matched with light knitwear in greys and snugly cut shorts. Think The Talent of Mr Ripley, 50’s Portofino style.
My model was called Bev and was pleasant enough and smelt divine. We had a nice chat, as much as you can at 8am, whilst he was revealing his breakfast to me and a room of strangers. I found it a little disorientating watching a man put his clothes on hurriedly without having indulged in some naughtiness with him first, but I kept that thought and the knowledge that my sister in-law shares the same name as him.
Of course the true grandeur of fashion week lies not in the exquisitely created clothes, the blood, sweat and tears the designer has put into them or the gorgeous creatures that flaunt the often exquisite garments and their bodies, but in how much free stuff you can cram into your bag between the abandoned catwalk, the foyer and the exit.
Goodies scored:
A pair of scarlet footless tights
A free haircut and conditioning treatment, (hmm, not so great when given to a person with a hairdresser phobia)
Invite to a party
A Quaker muesli bar.
Food lots of food
Cia Maritima Promenade tent 1pm
Then it was time for the Brazilians to shake their lovely, coca buttered, waxed bottoms.
I have been assisting the preparation of this show all week; a collection of animal print and vivid fauna print bikinis teemed with white crocheted kaftans and gold conch shaped necklaces, all this was carefully put together with us tech team wearing monogrammed lab coats over our normal clothes just in case there was a mix up between who was a 6ft2’ Brazilian and who was mere mortal, so it was nice to see it all come together at last, even if all those long hours with an army of people merged for a grand culmination of titchy tiny bikini wearing, hair flowing finale that lasted all of ten minutes.
In the goodie bag:
A Cia Maritima bathrobe and Havaianas white flip flops, that I secretly coveted all week and as Karolina K didn’t want hers, I thought, oh well, waste not want not and into my bag they went.
As many coat hangers as I could carry without looking like some crazy bag lady.
More food.
Ashish N Soni Atelier tent 9:30pm
Just gorgeous!
Beautiful embroidered and detailed capes and bolero jackets sat over colonial white high waisted shorts and gold brocade tulip skirts, heads were wrapped in long, cream, beaded silk chiffon scarves. It wasn't until you got closer to the silver embroidery detail on the garments that you saw how each star and flower shape was in fact made up from tiny safety pins.
Crisp white, tight fitting lawn cotton tops gushed out in doily like layers teamed with heavy antique Indian silver bracelets and anklets.
The girls looked like a delicate cross between ballet dancers and Florence Nightingale and they sauntered down the runway to a lovely soundtrack of Yann Tierson mixed with the sound of birdsong and waves crashing on a shore.
My girl was from Manchester and we ended up having a nice chat about Hampstead Heath bathing pool and ignoring the chaos around us.
Free stuff: A big fat zero, they had even finished off all the biscuits.
Bitchiness factor: moderate to high