Backstage At Carolina Herrera SS13
There have been so many things I’ve wanted to share with you over the past couple of weeks. I needed to take the time away from writing to dive completely into everything else going on (namely and solely NY fashion week). I postponed all of my corporate and creative work alike, making sure to not make the mistake of draining my energy on overnight editing and recaps. I’ve learnt that on the busiest and most demanding days of life, you can only ever equip yourself with good whole food (including great supplements), focus, and the understanding that you can always push further for better results (a little sleep always helps substantially, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers). I have never done fashion week the way I did it this season. Backstage romps with the industry’s superstar models, stylists, and makeup artists (including up close looks at the detailing on the Carolina Herrera and Badgley Mischka gowns, were a welcomed peek into couture cuts and tailored bias tradition). New York makes design and art a business, a timed luxury exhibition showcasing six months of work and research. At the level I witnessed, professionalism was but an essential, expanded to envelop both a humbled modesty and obscurity to the surrounding fluff (in the most successful players there). It was refreshing to see things carried out in timely manners, short of the ego and glory everyone on the outside so quickly tags fashion with (not to say it doesn’t exist in abhorrent numbers). I think the lesson that has stood out most this trip (after having just received my mom for the weekend), is that you can’t get caught up with all the frivolity and ridiculousness the fashion and beauty world breeds. It is beyond vanity, beyond lifestyle… it goes so easily to a place of greed, competition, and excess. It can be mindless and offensive if you let it. I think I see it more in the light it needs to be cast in – a beauty in the world, a creative space where history and inspiration merge. A place where onlookers can hope and strive for those things as a part of their everyday world/surrounding.
I consider myself to have had an incredibly privileged upbringing, but perhaps not in the way you’d think. There was never any shortage of love, food, or learning… any additional opportunity was always earned and worked for (something I’m thankful for every day). While Madison avenue, 5th, and Soho shopping is lust worthy, it is far from reality (something I am proud to be connected to). As an appreciator of art and aesthetics, I can’t help but pick my drooling dropped jaw off the floor when I step inside a Proenza Schouler store (it’s gorgeous, btw… well worth an out of the way visit), but in the same circumstance am not against mocking the seemingly unicorn price tags (and by unicorn, I mean mystically overpriced). The decadent has been portrayed as fame festered with expensive “stuff”, and all access international vip travelling and access. Propaganda as my man calls it (and how right he is). I wonder often why this is the big dream (even though I must confess to getting lost in it at times myself). Why do we obsess so much on acquiring these material things (that most of the time aren’t actually worth their decided worth), labor tirelessly for them while ignoring our health or other basic needs, and judge others who don’t possess them? Weirds me out. I couldn’t help but notice the explosion of dressed up individuals lingering outside the Lincoln Center during the week in an effort to get snapped up by the next big street styler (Scott Schumann and Tommy Ton must look at the cyclone they started with amusement). In my minds eye, they were all missing the point. These photographers shoot real, genuine style – not costume. While it may make their job of scouting personality-driven dressers easier attending fashion week, picking out the authentic from the carefully curated is not an easy task. I know it’s fun to appear on major online publications and blogs for merely dressing a certain way, but if you could see some of these people in person just hanging out (all day, with nowhere to go), you too might find it a bit strange yourself (don’t even try to tell me they dress like that on a daily basis). It’s a day of dress up, something I think fashion is not (but who the hell am I anyways).
With so much colour, pattern mismatch (in a match way), and detail, all I want to wear till next fashion week are my boyfriend’s basics. I have forever undervalued the power of oversized white t-shirts (and their longer dress family members).
It’s 2:17am and I write this from my lower east side flat (an area to which I have taken quite a liking to). I have fallen in love with Whole Foods (and eat most meals there), have found a cafe across the street that makes a killer iced soy latte, and have been more or less living like an authentic local for just over two weeks now). I know how to get around on the subway, do my laundry at the local laundromat, find cupcake shops better than Magnolia bakery, and walk the days away. New York no longer feels like this larger than life destination, it feels like home. I am very comfortable here. It’s grit and character have motivated me to get fully back into the writing saddle (something I had been inching at but failed to completely submerge myself in before), and really see where this all can go. Upon taking some great advice from the IFB conference I attended while here, I read The Dip by Seth Godin. It’s basically about the divide between the moderate and the great in life (and what you really have to do to be amongst the best). It’s so simple, and yet no one bothers to put the footwork and sweat into crossing over (not to say it’s easy). I would love nothing more than to succeed at this. The past two weeks have truly been nonstop, and I look forward to writing in central park on a picnic blanket beside the pond filled with ducks, I dream of doing work in the public library. Restaurants are of less intrigue, home cooking more of something I’d like to continue until we leave. Tis the week for creation and deadlines. Due to a shortage of professional cameras, I also used my boyfriends film Canon for many of the backstage shots (in both black and white as well as colour)… can’t wait to see how they turned out (and get scan happy if they do)!
Moroccanoil stylist Orlando Pita created a sleek and straight pulled back look for hair without any mention of a clip in sight. When discussing hair direction with Carolina, she wanted to do something with beauty that she’d never done before – modern! A big thank you to the entire Moroccanoil team whose hospitality and know how blew me away during NYFW… a 514 brand to be proud of (rocking the runways and starting international hair trends near you)!
That being said, bonne nuit New York… I’ve got some assignments that need my attention if I ever want to get to bed!
xoxPosted under all natural beauty, Celebrities, cosmetics, designer, fashion, fashion show, makeup, Uncategorized by Robyn