Re-entering the city's frenzy after a trip always takes adjustment — especially when that trip involves long stints in the kinds of rustic places we usually gravitate towards. We felt the culture shock especially hard upon our recent return from three weeks in Costa Rica and Nicaragua. We touched down in the middle of New York Fashion Week and — thanks to some related work assignments — hit the ground running.
Me, perhaps a little reluctantly.
I recently wrote a story for Racked about my love/hate relationship with Fashion Week, and though I won't rehash the points made there, I will say that in the days leading up to Fashion Week I always feel a little misplaced. And, no matter how busy I am or how long I've worked in the industry, by the time Fashion Week actually rolls around, I always feel a little like some kind of random party crasher.
Because of those feelings, this season Thomas and I decided to do something new in between shows: Just hang out. We're usually so busy rushing around, working, and being inside our own heads that we rarely stop to take it all in. So, with Thomas' trusty vintage polaroid 600 SE in hand (the same one we used to make our wedding save the dates, by the way), we staked out some territory near the crowd of street style paparazzo and spent an hour watching all the madness go down.
At first we felt creepy, like imposters or weirdo onlookers. But then something cool happened: We started to have the best time. We snapped photos with our vintage polaroid. We watched everyone try to look normal as they walked towards the throng of photographers. We saw people wearing capes and pretending to make phone calls. We ran into old friends from fashion weeks' past (one of whom took the sweet picture above) and made a few really great new ones. It was funny and fun and reminded me of this fact: everyone feels like a crasher sometimes.
When we didn't feel like weirdos anymore, we left. Then we went to Jack Wife's Freda for lunch.
We ordered: Greek salad, chicken kebabs, fries, and two Pimm's Cups at Jack's Wife Freda