Oh New York Fashion Week, you look so glamorous through the Instagram filters and Hyperlapse videos. This past Wednesday, I had the amazing opportunity to attend the Betsey Johnson show at Lincoln Center. And within the short yet glorious hour and a half I was there many, many things happened. I can summarize my experience with the following things one must encounter in the battlefield that is called #NYFW:
Mean Girls of Fashion Week: I spot a group of girls in hot pink dresses in front of me walking off the 1 train, and so it begins. The one in a faux fur vest (yes, fur in the 80 degree weather) complains about the heat and trips up the stairs in her sky high stilettos. She then makes awkward eye contact with me and glares after realizing I saw this embarrassing mishap. While this happens, I also accidentally stomp on some innocent mans flip flop. I said sorry, but I really just wanted to say 'Dude, watch it - this is the Lincoln Center stop and we are all clearly *VERY* important girls taking the subway to Fashion Week because we're all interns who can't afford an Uber.'
People Fake Complimenting You: I finally take my seat trying to pretend I'm not sweating like crazy after having to take 2 trains from SoHo to be on time. Then some guy in a hot pink blazer says to me "Oh my god, I love your jacket!" - I said thank you, but I couldn't help but feel like he totally just Regina George-d the fuck out of me. I started to regret not saying 'Thanks, it was my Mom's in the 80's!' so we could've bonded like Damian and Janis Ian.
Eating Becomes a Sin: The show was running late which meant I wasn't going to have time to grab lunch before heading back to my internship to glamorously fold clothes. I remembered that there were champagne gummy bears and a box of 3 bite-sized Melissa's Cupcakes in the gift bag. I keep eyeing both, thinking they make viable lunch options. As I go to grab my gummy bears like any classy adult would do, Christina Milian sits down in the row in front of me and the cameras starts to flash. I think I've gone blind and start to pray I'm not in the background of her perfect glamour shot eating a gummy bear with a double chin.
Networking Turns Into Therapy: It started off as a simple conversation after complimenting this girls sweater but before you know it she was spilling out all her dreams and aspirations telling me how sick she was being stuck in the wrong career. I smiled and chatted but I really just wanted to say 'Honey, you know this isn't group therapy...are you lost?'
Realizing You're Not Cool Enough For Street Style: I can't say I WON'T be in therapy for another year because no one asked for my picture. It's fine, I'll face the facts: my ASOS black dress was nothing to write home about and pretending I had a bra on by hiding in my leather jacket wasn't very Kate Moss of me. After this realization and self-esteem depletion, I sat on the subway eating my gummy bears in the corner wondering why the hell I wasn't born with Kendall Jenner's legs.
See you next year NYFW,
XO
Emily
@emilyanncosta
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