As you can imagine, Fashion Week and all of the street style images that come along with it serves as one of my biggest inspirations for everything fashion and beauty.
While what comes down the runway is art in itself, what I really love to see is the fashion on the street. I believe that viewing real women, wearing ready-to-wear clothes in real life is way more helpful and inspirational when trying to update or fine-tune your own personal style. Now, when it comes to winter style — nothing is more useful than spying on those chic ladies of Stockholm!
Russia is quite the mixed bag when it comes to fashion.
Between the whole unfortunate Soviet-Bloc, communist “thing” and assorted images of toothless Russian grandmothers in their babushkas, Russia doesn’t exactly have the best fashion reputation… or reputation as a whole, for that matter.
However, the fashion (and socio-economic) elite of the country are definitely working overtime to change these connotations of their vodka-swilling, borsht-eating, Mother Land.
I’m starting off this week with two hashtags that perfectly describe the last few days…
First off, Mercedes Benz New York Fashion Week (#NYFW) kicked off late last week and I’ve been following the constant stream of Instagrams (hyperlapse is AWESOME!), twitter updates and live streaming fashion shows online. Not quite the front row experience, but it’s pretty awesome to see all of the new fashion trends as soon as they hit the runway! Equally as exciting has been the street style. To be honest, if you follow my Pinterest “Style & Fashion” board, you’ll see that most of my favorite looks are actually street style snaps OUTSIDE the shows. That’s where the REAL fashion happens!
All of this fashion tracking has lead to a ridiculous amount of fear of missing out (#FOMO). I would kill for a seat at Alexander Wang, Monique Lhuillier, Derek Lam, etc. The artistry behind the clothes, makeup, music and lighting just make for the most epic 15 minutes of fashion fantasy. It’s been a joy to watch, even on my screen. Am I fashion/style addicted, or WHAT!?
So, back to this post. Since I can’t be in NYC in person, I thought I’d put together a killer “front row” look that would be Bill Cunningham (the Godfather of Street Style Photography) worthy!
1 (who knew pearls could be edgy?!) // 2 // 3 // 4 (to drape over my shoulders like a fashionista!)
P.S. On a much less glamourous note, my big boy’s birthday bash (say that fast 4x!) was a huge success! The visually offensive neon green/black game truck and trailer might have made me the coolest mom ever. It also might have gotten 10 very excited (and LOUD) boys out of the house and in video gaming heaven for 90 minutes. It was a win-win for everyone.
“Every year the women of New York leave the past behind and look forward to the future… this is known as Fashion Week.”
-Carrie Bradshaw (Sex and the City)
Today marks the kickoff of New York Fashion Week (#NYFW) when fashionistas from all over the world congregate together in New York’s Lincoln Center and throughout venues on the city’s west side for a runway, media, retail and cocktail frenzy. Oh, and let’s not forget about the fashion. In this Polar-Vortex winter which will never end, designers have already moved on to Fall 2014.
Since I can remember, I’ve been dying to attend Fashion Week. As a young-wide-eyed-post-college-twenty-something, New York Fashion Week epitomized all that was glamorous and exciting about the fashion industry. Designers, models, editors, industry-insiders, photographers, hair and makeup gurus all frantically buzzing in and around the tents turning midtown Manhattan into a sophisticated sea of click-clacking stilettos. Now, 10+ years later and with much more real life under my belt, I understand that while beautiful and glitzy, the business of fashion is just that: business. Designers and luxury goods corporations need to churn out new designs to make money and just as importantly, they need US to want to spend that money. Thus begins the dog-and-pony show that we call Fashion Week. Obviously, I’m still dying to go! Duh! Just in case a last minute invite comes my way, I’m 100% prepared.