NEW YORK FASHION WEEK 2012
| Photo : © M.Godwin 2012 |
TIPS
- Plan you outfits for each day. But be cohesive. It's like you're presenting your own collection to the public.
- If you're ordering Starbucks within a 2km radius of Lincoln Center (where the majority of FW events are held) they will assume you want low fat milk and no whipped cream. Wahh. Specify.
- Be prepared to bullshit the pants off people. But in a truthful way.
- Hype yourself.
- MAKE CONNECTIONS. Have amazing business cards! I'd definitely look twice at a strawberry centered business card.
- If you're taking street style photos find shots that no-one else has. E.g find another exit (mostly 'show ponies' come out the front). Often the best outfits are seen in creepy lane ways while people are inroute to a show.
- Pack snacks. You will die if you do not have snacks and no-one will care. They will walk right over your rotting corpse with their Louboutin's on the way to the next show. Let's face it, Alexander Wang is more important.
- Take music. Nothing like a little Drizzy or The Black Keys to pump up the confidence levels. Having said that, don't be an Ipod drone who acts 'socially oblivious' to the world. Uncool fool. Uncool.
- Get there EARLY! When I mean early I mean early like 3 hours early. If you don't have the pleasure of being on Anna Wintour's christmas card list then getting there early is one of your greatest assets. Certain stage doors are open if you're there early...
- SMILE like you have just had more botox injections than Dolly Parton. People will find you approachable.
HIGHLIGHTS FROM FASHION WEEK
- Finding Bill Cunningham.
- DKNY shenanigans that resulted in me writing a post and them reading it. No big deal (*puts hands over mouth and tries not to scream).
- Talking smack to try and get backstage. It's more fun and a better story if you weren't invited (cough cough not that I wouldn't love an invite).
- Eccentric people who really didn't conform. Cudos to y'all!
- Getting owned by my coffee just before I got to Diane Von Frustenburg. Raah.
As a side note to my 'LIST' I offered my seat to an older woman on the train. She politely declined in what I thought was english. Before I could ask her where she was from the train stopped and she very kindly (slash loudly for the whole train to hear) said me a prayer in what I now think was Japanesse.
And I'm out.
Peace, Morgs
p.s I'll be recapping Social Media Week tomorrow which includes the Nick Jonas thing, Parsons, and tips on how to be a social media Jesus.
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