Last week at the Studio we were all sitting around talking about our first memories of fashion week. Garance thought it would be fun for you to hear about some of those moments that you only live once… here it goes!
I spent many years dreaming of what it would be like to walk into the Bryant Park tents and attend a real New York fashion show. Living in Minnesota, I felt like that dream was light-years away. To be surrounded by beautiful clothes, beautiful people and beautiful New York was my ultimate fantasy.
My first season was in September of 2009. I had just wrapped up a summer internship in the city with one of my favorite designers and was skipping the first week of classes of my senior year of college to write show reviews for a new fashion site. When I received my schedule for the week, I couldn’t believe it was real.
“All of these? I get to go to all of these? Even this one here…in the tents?”
To be there, in the middle of it all (especially when I should’ve been sitting in art history) was so exhilarating. I’ll never forget walking up the steps to the tents for my first show. I was living a complete dream. I took my seat, the lights went low and my eyes welled up with tears (you know me, always crying at fashion shows). That was it. I was at fashion week.
This season will be my eighth fashion week, which is still a little hard to wrap my head around. It doesn’t take long to get jaded by fashion week. It doesn’t take long before you start complaining about how busy your schedule is, or how annoying it can be to have to go all the way from Milk to Lincoln Center. But I am reminded every year of how magical it all really can be and how lucky I am to be here. The feeling I had my first season is something that comes back at every show and I know it will stay with me for a really long time.