As fashion month wraps up, there is one undeniable trend evident in street style and runways- a sea of red everywhere. From pops of bright red to head-to-toe monochromatic, there is no doubt red is both bold and big this season...
NYFW Diaries—A Weekend Gone Wrong
Day three of Fashion week landed on a rainy Saturday. By this point, the fashion festivities have come to a halt, not by choice but for good. Amongst the myriad of things gone wrong, (read first post here) an unproductive and moody Saturday tops the list. While terrible trips are a rarity, when it goes down, it sinks to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean. Life knows no balance here...
NYFW Diaries—Millennial Pink Is Alive And Well
11:55 PM redeye flight from LAX to JF Kennedy left me tired, dazed and confused. So much so, Thursday had to be canceled, opting for a long snooze session over fashion week festivities. On a positive note, I’m pretty sure Thursday, February 8, 2018, marks the day I mastered public transportation. I guess you can say; I’m officially New Yorker material. There’s always a good lol...
En Route To Fashion Week
As the month of love and romance is upon us, come New York Fashion Week and all its frigid glory. I, for one, am fully prepared to layer away and brace the brutal cold that is New York winter. But prepping outfits and attending shows are least of my concerns. As the glitz and glamour of fashion week overshadow the intense prep work that goes back weeks in advance. As bloggers, we don’t just sit around and wait for invitations and sponsored partnerships...
Runway Spotlight: SAKU NYC
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I entered the Saku New York show partially exhausted and admittingly with minimal knowledge of the brand. Little did I know, the show would be one of the highlights of my NYFW 2017 experience.
This time around, I attended a couple of shows as a photographer rather than a guest. And for Saku, a photographer. Ten minutes late to the show photographer, unfortunately. As you can imagine, upon arrival, I stumbled out of my Lyft car like a tumbleweed, only to be greeted by a line as long as time. Luckily for me, a photographer's pass meant bye bye line.