New York Fashion Week is upon us again (do you have September fashion fever?), and to celebrate, I’m posting photos from my fashion week excursions during the fall 2013 shows last February. This first post, however, is dedicated to none other than Anna Wintour, editor -in-chief of Vogue magazine. Here’s my humble little story:
I cant’t remember if she walked in after or before me, it was all a blur. But we were excited, eyes scanning the room with anticipation, because we heard rumors that Anna would be there. She’s the Queen of the entire global fashion industry–wherever she is, it’s a big deal. As I looked around the industrial New York City warehouse purposed to be an intimate fashion stage that week, I spotted many faces I’d be excited to see if I wasn’t looking for her face–Jenna Lyons, the adorably be-specked tastemaker of J. Crew, Linda Fargo, Bergdorf Goodman big-wig, and Anna’s seat-mate, commissioner of the NFL, Roger Goodell. Even Jenna Lyons tripping on the uneven cracked concrete floor couldn’t get me to look away once I had spotted Anna.
I don’t mean to be creepy, but realistically, spotting her in real life is a bit rare, and ever meeting her is even a rarer pipe dream. But on this day, I was wide awake and certainly not dreaming, or smoking for that matter. As we navigated around the room in our bulky winter coats to find our seats, the moment we plopped our butts down on the hard bench was when reality hit, from just 5 feet away across a runway. I was surprised to see that she wasn’t the character that struck fear into the hearts of designers and ladder-climbing fashionistas like in The Devil Wears Prada. And she didn’t seem as stern and closed off as in the documentary The September Issue (please watch if you have no idea what I’m talking about). Anna Wintour, an ice queen? She was all-smiles before the show, chatting without her famous oversized frames masking her eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but was surprised to see her so chipper.
At fashion shows, people look down at their phones probably more than at the clothes. Another tidbit: the more important you are, the less likely you are to be looking at your phone. Same goes for wearers of neon beanies or loud fashion blogger clothing.
Just before the show starts and the bright lights come on, that’s when she slides on her signature shades.
One day as I was drafting my life’s bucket list, I wrote down “attend New York Fashion Week” in my spiral notebook. Whatever thing you wish to accomplish in life, set the intention, and maybe it’ll come true someday. Six months after, I walked into my first-ever fashion week runway show and spotted Anna Wintour. Have I peaked? As much fun as that was, I think there’s a lot more fun coming in my lifetime. I’ve got a few more things on my list.
Photos by me, taken while working for JENESEQUA Magazine, in attendance to the Kimberly Ovitz fall 2013 presentation.