Through what lens did you see New York Fashion Week?
Despite now living pretty close to the Lincoln Center (home base of Fashion Week here in the city) I avoided the madness and stayed well away from Fashion Week proper. I love fashion, and style, and clothes, but I see no point in heading to where something* that you're not invited to is going on. Unless, of course, you're mad enough about the fashion industry that you're willing to risk sneaking in, Isaac Likes style - and if you are, more power to you.
The people I don't understand are the ones who hang around outside Lincoln Center hoping to have their photo taken by a street style photographer. First of all, it's freezing, and if you're dressing in the hope of having your photo taken, you're probably not covering all that style up with a coat**. Second of all, New York is crawling with street style photographers. It's positively lousy with them, at all times, in all seasons. If appearing on a street style blog is that important to you, it'll probably happen outside of Fashion Week anyway. So relax.
Maybe I just don't like fashion enough***, so I just don't get it. Or maybe I read one too many grumpy tweets from fashion editors about the crowds of commoners**** hovering around outside. I certainly read more than one, because that is how I saw Fashion Week. At a remove, through a computer screen and smartphone, thanks predominantly to the technology that is Twitter and Pinterest and Instagram.
I'm thankful for technology pretty much every day, but having it during Fashion Week was flipping fan-tas-tic. I don't have time in my day to open up another tab on my computer and watch the livestreams of the shows, or even to click through to style.com and check out all the looks. A curated feed coming through the same channels where I already get my news and entertainment is, for me, absolutely ideal.
So my favourite looks?
Thanks to Elle on Pinterest, I saw some stuff from Rag & Bone and Jenny Packham that I reeeealllly loved.
Kate Spade's Twitter feed showed me their presentation in all its glory. Apparently it was an absolutely packed-to-the-gills room, so I rather suspect that I got a better look than if I had been there.
Of course, I was keen on Karen Walker's show...
...and Rebecca Taylor's.
Also on Twitter, I got to enjoy some of the snark around Fashion Week (would it be Fashion Week without a healthy little dose of that?). Which leads me smoothly to the third reason I find it hard to understand why you would attend Fashion Week solely to stand outside, teeth chattering, in the hope you'll be noticed - what if you are, and then that person is mean about you? Is that better? Or worse*****?
*A thing that is, essentially, a trade show, remember.
**Frostbite - so in, darling.
***H1 - and my bank - would be inclined to disagree.
****Not that anyone said commoners - I'm reading between the lines.
*****Worse, in my opinion, but at the same time, I understand how desperate some people are to break into the fashion industry. They could well decide it's better.