Having sufficiently recovered from last night’s heartburn, I got up bright and early, put on some linen pants and a coral-colored top, festooned myself with three wooden bangles (having been inspired by the runway versions the past two days), and head out the door to the West Side Loft and the Cat Swanson runway show. I expected it to be a sleepy scene, but when I got there the lounge was already packed with people. Naturally, I was awarded the dreaded standing room. By now, I realized that having an invitation is only half the battle. Without a definite seat assignment, you are looking at a lot of standing, bad seats at the last minute if any, and no goodie bag. But what the heck–it’s fashion week and I’m going to make the most of it. So I accepted a bellini (the other choice asti spumanti in single-serving bottles with blue straw to match the blue bottle). There were also trays of mini cupcakes. I took my bellini and headed for the cupcakes, ate one (delicious) and tried to find a seat in the lounge, since I knew I was going to be standing once the show started and by now I realized I had to save my legs and feet for the long days ahead.
I plopped onto a couch and chatted with a young woman dressed in a black cocktail dress and strappy stilettos. It turned out that she was a friend of someone who was working backstage, and was affiliated with MTV in some way. She was sweet, friendly, lovely. Then I gravitated towards a young man sitting alone on the couch on the other side of the room. Michael Cohen (see his web site http://www.createstyle.com/ ) said he also did internet writing. We commiserated a bit about how web publications don’t get enough respect, and so forth. A delightful, obviously talented man (I’ll give him a plug–go to his web site and view his resume: http://www.createstyle.com/ )
Then it was time for the standing room shuffle. I made my way to the side of the room that at least didn’t have sunglare coming in from the windows, and was prepared to meet my fate, when Sean Watters, a photographer, offered me a seat on the radiator. He was charming and friendly. I was having such a nice time talking to everyone. Sean suggested I take one of the empty seats near the photographers pit (it could have been his, but he gave it to me–what a gentleman)! Alas, when the show began I realized I couldn’t see anything but the model’s heads and shoulders, so I ended up standing next to the photographers anyway. The show was called “Silver Sea.” The literature called the collection “gypsy grunge.” There were a lot of sheer blouses in medium and deep blue, and a stunning dress with a silver top which would have been in my closet already, had I been given the chance!
Show over, I called my husband and we met at a diner, for lunch. Then I went up to Westchester to see my elderly father, who was decidedly depressed (no wonder, he has alzheimers and is just now beginning to realize what I have known for at least four years–that he is dying slowly, by larger and larger degrees).
Visit over, I went back to Manhattan and to Bryant Park, where I sat down in the lounge. There was an older man in an eye-popping outfit (actually, an entire suit, hat and tie made out of fabric designed with yellow and red peppers on a black background, accessorized with a poka-dot shirt with yellow, pink, blue and red dots). I had seen him in equally eye-popping outfits last year and yesterday. The only available seat was at his cafe table, and I wanted to sit down, so I did. Turned out, he was delightful! Appearances can be decieving. While we were chatting, a man in all black, obviously a photographer (I could tell from his badge) came over to greet my newfound friend. I couldn’t tell exactly who he was, but he said he had been to fashion week 25 years. I could believe it. He was hillarious! He told one-liners and kept me laughing with genuine hysteria for about 20 minutes. But I figured it was time to excuse myself and go to my next fashion show, AG Adriano Goldschmied jeans with Sweetooth handbags, at the Stylelounge.
Naturally, when I got to the door I was standing room, but at least I was on the list. I wandered in and found myself sitting on the photographer’s pit, next to Debbie Bondar, a woman who reminds me of a bit of Linda Rondstat in the earlier days. The rest of the room seemed well under age 21 (it was Elle Girl sponsored). As we chatted, I discovered that she is the owner of a new makeup line out of Canada: Face Atelier http://www.faceatelier.com . When Debbie discovered that I did the What Works Cosmetics, Beauty & Fashion Reviews she became even more animated. We seemed to have a lot in common and I really enjoyed talking to her. I ended up with a bag of samples of her makeup (really nice line–watch for reviews in my next What Works column. The show started and there were a succession of adorable teenage girls wearing lots of attractive, slim jeans and shorts that middle-aged women could not ever imagine wearing (but these were not made for an older crowd). The handbags from Sweetooth were adorable, large, roomy, boxy handbags in bright colors such as yellow, orange, gold, pink and purple, most with applique hearts and some with gold chains. They are the type of bags you’ll want to borrow from your daughter to sass up an outfit (or your daughter will want to borrow from you). Smashing!
After the show, I decided not to stick around for the after-party, but had dinner with my husband at an Olive Garden (wierd to be at one of these Suburban staples in Manhattan) and came home to file this report.
I have to be up at 6am!