Over a whole month has passed since the last time I sat down and wrote. Stalked by a cumulus cloud chock-full with responsibilities, schedules, and writers block, I’ve felt a strong creativity drought lately. In the meantime I finished up junior year exams, graduated from FIT, earned an associates degree in fashion business, closed the chapter on two great internships, stated a new one, and got a much-needed visit from my family.
While all that is great and I (honestly) love to be busy, the commotion has knocked the wind out of my artistic sails. Whatever it may be for you, touching base with your creative side and feeding that outlet is vital to balance your SANITY! Thankfully, post first official work week, this weekend fully revitalized me with back-to-back events of days that will surely make official mile-markers in my New York timeline.
FRIDAY
What started as a simple Instagram direct message turned into one of the most awe-striking fashion moments of my career. American designer, Alexander Wang, hosted his 2020 runway show to the public and I, the public, attended with an abnormal heart rate and a blown mind. At Rockefeller Plaza, the show took place on the rink (at the time covered with a digital LED runway) while the rest of New York City and I watched from above.
This type of pioneering presentation can only be attributed to the move towards the democratization of contemporary fashion. My friends and I had noticed that we didn’t recognize a great deal of influencers down by the runway. Perhaps because we, the public, are all ‘influencers’. Craning my phone over the edge to capture and share this incredible experience along with nearly everyone in the crowd likely reached more scrolling fingers than an influencer would. Those who, as of late, have replaced the chair in which editors and writers used to sit at fashion shows.
Wang created plenty of shareable moments, donning the public area with Alexander Wang branded hotdogs, street pretzels, and iced tea slushies. After obviously having one of each, the show began as the visual runway lit up and out stepped the first of four collections within the show. To the tune of blaring hip-hop, deliveries of leather, denim, an all-American combination of the two, and an all-white finale.
Saturday
The next day I awoke cradling the virtual ticket that was to award me access to…wait for it…a sample sale at Man Repeller aka my favorite blog of all time!! Anyone who knows me, knows how deep my obsession and level of fandom runs for MR. The writers, editors, and glorious photographers opened up the doors to their incredible SoHo office designer garage sale style.
My creative juices were flowing as I strived to create the strongest, most personality driven outfit of all time. This was my moment. Please scroll for the results.
With my fabulous (and equally MR obsessed) posse by my side, I became practically giddy as I walked through the glass doors and into the headquarters of my literary wet dream.
Let’s just say the content did not disappoint. Treasures ranged from golden seashell kitten heels, to a patchwork denim trench and tangerine, vintage Vivianne Westwood get-up. Even a neon puff ball accentuated straw bag once owned by Leandra Medine and purchased by none other than one Michael Muth. Dragging our jaws through the sale, I couldn’t help but feel inspired to be monkeying-around in the mecca of creative fashion writing *sighs*.
Sunday
This glorious weekend came to a finale after a failed Governors Ball attempt. Thunderstorms and a dirt road didn’t exactly go with my outfit. So, the roomie and I took to old-school inclement shenanigans and collaged the wall in our living room. There’s just something about creating, something about turning your thoughts into actions and living in a creative space.
Checking boxes off your list and tangible accomplishments are rewarding, but not more satisfying nor worth neglecting the acts that incite inspiration. It’s hard to even realize you have an itch that needed scratching or a fire that needed tending. But, as I’ve learned over the course of last month, when you find your way back it’s like when OJ slept with champagne. Fine before, now undoubtedly blissful.
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