I got back into New York in the middle of Fashion Week. I find the constant blogging/instagramming/peacocking tiring under normal circumstances, but after transitioning from a whole three months in New Jersey, I couldn’t even deal with it. Part of what I loved about my summer in Jersey is that Jersey is completely devoid of pretension. You cant even be pretentious if you wanted to because its like the anti-value there and it’s just so lame and suck-ass, that even snobs pretend to be cool and laid back. A value reversal occurs and try hards and kiss ups are just lame. I felt released. Released from pretension and materialism.
Life just felt very simple and fine and wholesome and I loved it.
Then I arrived back in New York during Fashion Week and wanted to cry. I know I’m “supposed” to care about fashion week, and I think if I were more removed from it (like before it was on instagram) I might enjoy it. But now its just a reminder of the parties and places I am not invited to, or EVEN the ones I was invited to and didn’t/couldn’t go. There is the feeling that I should be trying harder to cover it/care about it/hang around Lincoln Center for my blog and maybe even my image. (The most gag inducing of all phrases.) But I just don’t or can’t or won’t. Because if I did, I would be one of those hanger on people. And also, because UGH, scenesters posing and dressing up for each other.
In some ways, when you are in Manhattan you MUST feed the beast that is pretension and self-importance. You cant NOT think you are important because you will get stomped on. In some small way, everyone has to carry themselves in the “Do you know who I am?” mode because otherwise, you just wont make it. You also need and want to look good because otherwise you wont feel good. But the materialism is soul sucking. I imagine this is why dieting is so hard. Because you cant JUST STOP. You do NEED to cover your body with some types of things.
Of course, fashion is not just about posturing. At its best its wearable art that makes you feel, think and look different. When I see it, without all the noise around it, I love it.
Since I was completely incapable, but also because I love seeing a different perspective, especially one thats so different from my usual aesthetic, I asked Alyse of @goodstyle fame to pull together her favorite pieces from the entire NYFW. The best of all of the New York shows. I know the world is already in Italy… Slowly but surely. It’s a billion photos long. I was going to narrow it down, but the photos make me excited! The shapes! The forms! The textures! The mood! So so good.
So here you go, about 80 photos of Fashion Week glory: