February 10th, 2014 · 6 Comments
So, I feel like I have to say this before I post any NYFW outfits:
I gave myself, like, four minutes to shop and plan for Fashion Week.
Literally, I booked my plane ticket less than a week before my first show was scheduled to begin, and I wound up being really busy at work getting everything tied up before leaving for the airport. Most seasons, I start thinking about Fashion Week a month or two beforehand, so I have enough time to pick up new clothes if I need them and put some serious planning into what I’m going to wear.
This year, I was throwing stuff into my suitcase ten minutes before leaving for the airport.
And yet… even at seven months pregnant, I swore I was going to make it work! I was just moaning last week about how I’d bought these white maternity jeans and never had a chance to wear them, so I threw them in. This pale Celine bag (the one I found at T.J. Maxx!) is always a fashion week staple, and I picked up this Zara coat ON CLEARANCE the day before I left.
So, with no time to prepare, a Houston-based wardrobe that’s totally different from NYC weather and being seven months pregnant… I’d say I didn’t do too badly!
(And, I was so excited — I got named by the Huffington Post and Stylist as being one of the best dressed at Day One of NYFW! At seven months pregnant! My little ego may explode if we’re not careful…)
ASOS Elgin Skinny jeans (similar non-maternity style here); BCBG top; Zara coat (similar here); Celine bag (a super cute similar one by Alexander Wang here); Ann Taylor necklace; Bracelets: Hermes, Tiffany & Company, Gilt; Rings: Catbird, Dogeared and Claire’s.
Many thanks to Sydne for snapping these photos!
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January 30th, 2014 · 5 Comments
As many of you guys know, I’ve spent the last few weeks debating long and hard over whether or not it made sense for me to go to New York Fashion Week at seven months pregnant.
Which sounds, insane, right? Like, seriously? In the middle of the worst winter we’ve had in decades, I’m going to fly for three hours to go to a city that’s filled with snow, when I could just chill out in Houston and look at the photos on Style.com?
I’m going to put myself through the torture of watching skinny 14-year-old models when I’m carrying a permanent bowling ball around my waist?
I’m going to try to dress for FASHION WEEK in MATERNITY CLOTHES?
So, I thought long and hard about it, and I decided that no, I wouldn’t go. I’ll just sit out this season. I’ve been to the last eight consecutive seasons, but this one I’ll just… miss. In my head, I settled it.
Only… I didn’t cancel my hotel reservation. And as the show invites came in, I couldn’t quite bear to decline them. So the invites kept piling up, and eventually the reminders started piling up, and it all came down to this morning, when I had to make a decision.
Go. Or don’t go.
So I started declining the invitations, and emailing my various contacts to say that I’m sitting this season out.
And you know what?
It felt awful. I was sitting there fighting back tears and wishing I could go, awful.
And I was so sad and disappointed about my decision to not go, that I started to think, “if it feels this bad, why do I think this is the right decision?”
Because, you know what? I love Fashion Week. It’s exhausting and overwhelming and totally insane, but it’s one of my favorite weeks of the year.
And missing it just feels… wrong.
So I changed my mind. My hotel is already booked, and I grabbed a quick plane ticket on miles, and now, suddenly, I’m going to February Fashion Week! Yes, at seven months pregnant. Yes, in the snow and freezing cold. Yes, maybe it’s crazy, and maybe I’ll regret it, but right now… it feels like the right decision. I’m going to keep a very light schedule, so I don’t get totally overwhelmed, and concentrate mostly on shows at Lincoln Center instead of running all over the city. I’m only going for a few days. I’ll drink lots of water and wear a jacket and do all those sensible things to make sure me and the baby are safe and sound.
But… I’m going.
And I am So. Damn. Excited.
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September 18th, 2013 · No Comments
The last of my Fashion Week outfits! It’s amazing how these already feel like so long ago. I’ve been making the most of my downtime this week, working hard on getting the final details for my law firm website (it’s almost done!) and finishing up the third Moving Neutral book (also almost done)! It feels like such a luxury to have whole days to spend writing and working — and I’m thrilled for it.
So, on this outfit: this shirt is such a funny little piece, I fell in love with it the moment I saw it. It says Coffee Croi$$ants Vodka” and one guy who walked up to me outside the tents asked me if it was a model’s diet (maybe, ugh, I hope not).
But the confusing part of this tee? The line that I concealed by tucking it in. Because the last line, after cigarettes, is “Cat Food.”
Coffee, Croissants, Vodka… Cat Food. No idea. Not even a clue. Anybody have any ideas?
Aritzia skirt and tee, Gryson handbag, Jimmy Choo pumps.
Photos by Jorge Aguilera.
Tags: new york fashion week · style