Fashion is power! It has a profound power over me. For my first ever Fashion’s Night Out as a New Yorker, I sipped champagne and organic cocktails at the beautiful Catherine Malandrino store in the world-famous Meatpacking District. The clothes looked even more amazing on this special night and the store came alive with the sounds of a DJ spinning the hot tunes of today and decades past. It was a good thing we got there early because by 8:30 p.m. there was a line out the door.
Not only did I get a free bag to commemorate my experience, I also had my hair done compliments of Blow, the New York blow dry bar. After having a ball at the House of Catherine Malandrino, I made my way over to the Apple store to celebrate fashion through a photo shoot powered by Mac technology. It was a night worthy of socialite status. Anyone who has ever dreamed of fashion and all it stands for could feel the magic in the air. I must admit, however, that I did commit a fashion faux pas when I took off my heels in the middle of the store because my feet needed a break. But, like I always say, a socialite never compromises or explains herself. So whatever. I have already begun to count down the days until Fashion’s Night Out 2011!
September 10, 2010 is finally here and in a few hours, the fashion community is about to take the Meatpacking District by storm with the awesome array of Fashion’s Night Out events going on this evening. I personally like to refer to Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week which began yesterday as the ‘Socialite Superbowl. Though the actual Superbowl is only one night out of the year, us Fashionistas need an entire week to celebrate the latest fashions along with our general awesomeness. Get set for a crazy week of runway shows, shopping, blogging, and of course tons of champagne.
Too much drama has found me this week over fake designer bags and other scandalous issues. The week’s not even over and I’m already in dire need of a long getaway to a deserted island somewhere in the South Pacific. In the end, no one becomes a socialite to live the soap opera life, but to have the luxury of watching one everyday at 3 p.m. directly after an afternoon nap. Any aspiring socialite must also be a dreamer. As a writer and creator of great things, I am obviously no exception. During the summer months, I spend my weekend afternoons on the Central Park green just a few steps away from Strawberry Fields and the penthouses of Central Park West.
Every weekend afternoon, the green is filled with bikini clad dreamers, myself included, simulating a beach weekend far away from the skyscrapers of Manhattan. This Saturday, June 26th from 12-4 p.m. I will be attending the “Stuck in the City” pool party at Juicy Couture on 5th and 52nd. Though I fully intend on getting my free tote with a purchase of $175 or more, I do not believe I am actually supposed to wear a bathing suit to this event. Although with the awesome outrageousness of the Juicy brand, you never know. Anyway, I’m so excited for another weekend of summer dreams in NYC. For you lucky few spending the weekend in East Hampton, there is also a pool party for you a lot closer to the beach. Hope to see you there along with the summer treats and Juicy Boys.
New York Fashion Week’s last year at Bryant Park has sadly come to a close. Feeling like a true fashionista, I walk by Bryant Park everyday on my way to and from work and over the past week seeing it glowing with the aura of fashion week with the Mercedes-Benz logo has been the highlight of my day. The fictional editor-in-chief, Miranda Preistly, in The Devil Wears Prada once described fashion as art you live your life in and she was correct. As an Aspiring Socialite, who has not yet gained a seat adjacent to the runway, I can still know that I was a part of such an amazing week when I see the colors and styles inspired by the outlandish runway designs tickle down into my favorite discount stores. We are all a part of Bryant Park’s legacy either as willing participants or collateral damage.
Though it is unfortunate that New York Fashion Week will no longer take place at Bryant Park, I am not at all surprised by the decision. As Oscar Wilde once said, “Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.” In the worlds of fashion, entertainment, and publicity, we always tend to disregard the past in favor of the next big thing. A month ago, my psychic told me that the universe is constantly moving at high speeds, therefore, change is inevitable. This gives every aspiring socialite hope that they will be seated front row center at fashion week in six months. After all, Mr. Wilde also said, “Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.” So go ahead, live like a true American socialite.