it's fashion week, just be cool.Monday, September 08, 2014
The people I'd attended with even seemed kind of over the whole FW thing, as if it were more than a nuisance than this amazing time where all of these talented people present their work to the world and everyone looks on, anticipating the next big thing and-- for us mere mortals-- inspiration for our future closets.
And on one hand, I totally get it. After you've worked 12 hour days for months in anticipation of these 2 weeks-- and then work even harder + weekends for another 2 weeks during-- it does become a pain in the ass. I worked on Friday night until 9pm, then ran around nonstop before the show on Saturday and will admit to being cranky. But that didn't mean that the second that I got into a taxi on the way there that I didn't totally feel like the luckiest girl alive, and thinking "how did I land this again?!" as I bypassed the crowd of people outside.
But on the other hand, I know what it's like to wish you were there. I was that girl a year ago-- and just about every year before that since discovering that things like Fashion Week existed. And I don't care if I get to do this for 1 season or 100, my eyes are still going to light up at the sight of an amazing collection come together after experiencing hair and makeup tests and watching the designer running about beforehand. And I'm still going to freak out when I realize that the girl a foot away from me is someone I follow on Instagram. But perhaps, by then I'll have enough nerve to actually say something.
Until then, I'll do my best to just be cool. And by cool I mean look at everything in absolute wonder and excitement (whilst freaking the hell out on the inside).