There is something so special about attending NY Fashion Week and all the hype that goes along with it. Being able to see beautiful fashion, (and some that you’re wondering what in the world were they thinking) rubbing arms with socialites, and having a peek into the fashion world is enough motivation to want to go.
After realizing how quickly a show goes, I started thinking about all of the people that fly in or travel from all over the place to be there. If you aren’t staying and seeing multiple shows, you might be let down. Of course, everyone is different, but if you’ve never been and were thinking about making a trip, I would suggest to have several shows lined up. It’s also good to keep in mind that some shows take place at the same time or back to back. If they aren’t in the same area, it could make attending them very difficult and you have to pick and choose which ones you can realistically go to.
I’ve had a few people reach out to me and ask about how you can get invited or how you go about getting tickets. Since I’ve never been invited as a blogger (that would be completely awesome if it happens one day) I actually don’t know how it works from a blogger perspective. Like most things in life, it really comes down to who you know or the connections you have. I saw a lot of the “bigger” bloggers there that got treated very well (or so it appeared), they got to go backstage for special interviews, had the press taking their pictures, and got to walk away with those coveted swag bags.
If you aren’t staying in the city you also need to work out your commute and the logistics of things. For the most part, I can be in the city in under an hour. I went back into the city on another day for a show and boy was that a debacle for me to get there. I took the train in but when I got to the parking lot there were absolutely no more spots left. I circled three times, frantically went down side streets, but nothing. The train was coming in two minutes so I had to think fast. I resorted to making my own parking spot and prayed to the good Lord above there would be no ticket when I got back. I ran for the train, and as my ticket was printing out, the train pulled up. I jumped on the train and was on my way, or so I thought. Once I got to Penn Station I got another Uber to take me over to Park Street since Dennis Basso’s show was at Saint Bartholomew’s Church. Sure enough, the streets of NYC decided it was a good idea to do some road construction and there I was stuck in traffic with time ticking away. That’s another thing, very rarely do these shows start right on time. In my case, it worked out in my favor. After moving at a snails pace, when we finally got closer, I told the Uber driver I would jump out and run the next two blocks. I made it with 5 minutes to spare before it was showtime. The concept of being in a church was cool but it was a bit dark in there which made it hard to really see some of the outfits and not the best lighting to get pictures. I don’t think it would have been my first choice, but hey, I’m no designer.
Overall NYFW is a really fun experience. When I walk into the shows I can’t help but have a smile on my face and feel like a kid at Christmas. Fashion week can be exciting, exhausting, intimidating, and spectacular all at the same time.