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WhyDid Wisdom: Picture This

By Kirsten|February 10th, 2014|WhyDid Wisdom|

So, you wanna get your picture snapped at Fashion Week.

Well, you’re in luck because it’s not all that difficult. You see, outside of the hypothetical “tents” at Lincoln Center lie photographers on a fashion safari and you’re the creature in the wild whose head is likely to be mounted next to that antelope in the den. It’s a mixed bag out there. Some people are actual photographers from credible media outlets. Others are bloggers capturing street style rather than shows. And then there are people who maybe just so happen to own cameras and decided to hang around as true fashion hangers on. It’s quite the spectacle and if you still think you’d like to find yourself on a .rus website one day a year from now, here are three hard and fast rules to having your mug captured for all of the internet to consume.

Be famous. I believe this is self explanatory, but maybe not because “famous” is relative these days.
Look like a crazy ass Olsen twin who may or may not have ingested bath salts pre-show. In my experience, people who look like total maniacs will always be photographed. This either says a lot about modern day “journalism” or these photographers somewhere along the way mistook freakshow for fashion. Basically layer on the weirdest shit you’ve got laying around your apartment. Add a turban and body glitter for good measure. For some reason, looking insane confuses these photographers and your pic will be snapped for better or worse.
Go fashion editor chic. The last and, in my opinion best, way to get noticed is to be clean, polished, and preferably wearing something designer. Definitely stick on a pair of dark shades so as to add to the mystery. Is she famous? Is she not? Doesn’t matter, they’ll shoot you just to be sure. A fur coat also seems to be the ticket to getting clicked this year. Look important by texting as you breeze by on the way up the stairs and into the shows.

And honestly, even if you don’t want your picture taken, too bad. It’s being taken. As I exited the shows and stuck around for a few to snap some photos of the outdoor ambience, I found that I was being photographed photographing everyone else. No one bothered to ask for my information, outfit details, or hand me a card, so heaven knows where my image may appear on the world wide web. Occupational hazard, I suppose. Welcome to Fashion Week. They don’t call New York the concrete jungle for nothing.

xx,

WhyDid

Why Did You Wear That: New York Fashion Week, The Hangover

By Kirsten|September 16th, 2013|Why Did You Wear That?|

So, you might’ve deduced from the incessant Instagram posts, Tweets, and humble brags that last week concluded the week long bender that is New York Fashion Week. I merely dipped my toes into the chaos of NYFW and feel like I need a visit to Passages Malibu and I can only imagine the way some of the real style obsessed overachievers are feeling today. Oh, right. Half of them have already landed in London. God bless, gals. So, if you aren’t familiar with the goings on of Fashion Week, it’s show after show after show interlaced with parties that you may or may not have to beg, lie, and break into to attend. The entire thing is fun, fabulous, and utterly infuriating. It’s much like the city where I live- a love hate relationship that leaves you feeling both fulfilled and rejected. So, after taking in shows from Deisgual to Daisy Fuentes and partying with A$AP Rocky at Soho House and attending Nas’s 40th birthday (I know!), I’m happy to be laying low and trading in heels for engineer boots for the next several days. You may feel as if you’ve missed out, but I can’t begin to tell you how tiring waiting around all day to watch shows can be. Not to mention, your seat at your desk watching the livestream of Proenza Schouler was probably better than my assigned seat.

On to the next one.

xx,

WhyDid

Setting the Mood: For the Fashion Weak

By Kirsten|September 10th, 2013|Setting the Mood|

To quote Gary Janetti:

It’s Fashion Week in New York in case you were looking for a place to be cunty and anorexic the next couple of days.

— Gary Janetti (@GaryJanetti) September 7, 2013

While some rejoice in what is New York Fashion Week, others hide out and wait for the terror to dissipate. This is the week wherein you will experience the greatest case of FOMO ever. You’re going to get shamed for not having been at the best shows, best parties, and the best after parties, let alone the after after parties. If you are not a celebrity or a rapper, you are no longer relevant in New York City. Take a seat, sister. Long gone are the days when Fashion Week was meant solely for buyers, editors, and actual fashion elite. Now it’s a peacock showing of who’s who… or not anyone at all.

So, brace yourselves, New Yorkers, we’ve almost made it through. Cover your eyes and I’ll see you at the next non fashion related event and will most certainly show you some of the moves we learned at our Vixen Workout.

xx,

WhyDid

Why Did You Wear That: The In Crowd at Cotte D’Armes

By Kirsten|September 6th, 2012|Why Did You Wear That?|

In the off chance you didn’t get the memo… or didn’t care to, Fashion Week is well under way. Yesterday I hiked on down to the Thompson LES in order to catch the Cotte D’Armes presentation. I don’t know why exactly I stressed myself and stilettos out in order to get there promptly at call time, because like all good fashion shows, they were running a solid fifteen minutes behind. And while the heat and humidity was enough to stir some fashion folks into a straight up tizzy, my top knot and I waited patiently until we were allowed to enter the seventh floor terrace via the overstuffed elevators.

Fortunately, what I walked into was a sight for sore eyes. I know models are attractive and all, but these particular models were the stuff dreams are made of (you may even recognize one of them). Decked out in destroyed denim and slouchy T’s and tanks, these were the girls you wanted to be friends with and the guys you wanted to date… Not to mention the clothes you want in your closet. Casually cool, yet cutting edge is what gave this designer denim its appeal. I was particularly drawn to the knit dress, studded vest, and pants with leather inserts for the ladies.

Judging by what the gentlemen were wearing, it would appear denim with details is back with a vengeance. I thought we had just taught our boyfriends that dark denim was the only way to go? I had such a hard time weaning the fellas off of True Religions and Ed Hardy that the sandblasted and bleached effects on these jeans made me a bit nervous. Sure it looks modern and downtown chic on the toned and attractive models, but will it translate to the average Wall Street banker who is more likely to pair them with a button down than washboard abs or mineral washed tee? Here’s to hoping.

The Cotte D’Armes presentation left me feeling exactly the way I presume the designer, Clarence Ruth, had intended: longing to belong as a part of the “in crowd.”

xx,

WhyDid

FYI: Leggings- still not pants. Not even when worn under jorts.

Friday Frocks: Heavenly Creations

By Kirsten|February 18th, 2011|Friday Frocks|

I did not report on every last detail of New York Fashion Week- I like to leave that to the style obsessed. My MO is to sit back, digest, filter out the garbage and focus on the fabulous. Anyway, this week’s Friday Frocks is dedicated to all the beautiful creations that made their way down the runway this past week. When I think of decadent, delicious frocks, I think of Vera, and Monique, and Oscar (oh my!). I have to say, it’s kind of like someone read my mind, reached up to the heavens and pulled down these pretty pieces to fill me with girlish delight. My very favorite colors are those of sunsets and evening skies, so I was beside myself to see all these beautiful frocks derived from that color palette.