Yesterday, I realized it was completely impossible for me to stay away from the New York fashion week scene. I’ve always loved fashion, it wasn’t one of those things I started to like in my teens or more mature stages, I’ve loved it and dreamed about it ever since I was a child. For me, it’s been quite the opposite fashion story: fashion was all I knew and loved as a child, and it was weird because I didn’t live in a world that lived and breathe fashion, so I wasn’t following a trend or guide it was just something I was certain of as a child something that I lived and breathe literally because I never really understood where it came from.
End of Fashion Week: This is my last! I think I’m done.
A Month Before New Fashion Week Season: Yea, I’m not going to go.
Three Days Before Fashion Week: I’m just going for a day as a visitor… observe the scene. New York is only 3 hours away. It won’t hurt. It’s like right there…
The Day Before: I will make it a two days and a night trip. I mean what’s the point of driving 3 hours for one day??
The Day I Arrive(Day): Yay!! I miss this!!
The Day I Arrive (Evening): Done with this!! I’ve not eaten all day! I’m Tired! I’m sore! I’m cold! My feet!! My feet?! are they still there?
The Next day: Ahhhhhhh I love this! I want to do it forever! Wish I didn’t buy a ticket to leave tomorrow.
*Dying to go back*
*staring at instagram photos*
*Comes back two days after* *Makes an imaginary I heart Fashion Week shirt in my head*
Last Day: Aww so sad! I don’t want this to end
Last Day: I’m going to miss this! Until next time…
Last Day: I’m done though…
Rinse & Repeat:2011-2015