nyfw

two times a year, a wonderful thing happens to the big apple: fashion week. abbreviated to "nyfw" this is the time designers come, models stop eating and people who want to be thought of as avant-garde bring out the crazy and wear their closet with pride.

i know it might seem a little typical, but i love fashion. i think it is a really interesting form of art, and is a nifty way for people to express themselves. often, i always wish i could dress like a runway model (and often dream about their body...different conversation) but what i have slowly realized is this: the runway looks you often see are not made for "normal wear" - instead, they are heightened fashion outfits - not made to be copied but rather influence how you dress. basically, take a few pieces you love from the line, and make it your own.

so, because i like to pretend i am a budding socialite (i swear, if i do become a socialite, and people read this, i am joking) i was able to partake in the festivities known as nyfw. this was my first fashion show, for perry ellis. a few things to take away:

1. shows do not start on time. it's like, everyone is on european time and saunters in at least 20 minutes past the scheduled start time.
2. not all the shows are at the tents. note, the "tents" are at lincoln center and are the center of it all. the hub if you will. many designers have their own/rented/borrowed spaces throughout the city to show their line. the bigger the show/designer/name/money - the more likely you can find it at the tents.
3. this is going to be obvious, but watching a show online or on the designers site is MUCH different than actually watching it live and in the flesh. the shows themselves, they are fucking exciting.
4. the tents themselves, they don't hold thousands of people. maybe a few hundred. so to get a ticket to them, it's a big deal because well, compare that to however many people live in the city and want to see the fashion week shows.

so the show! i brought mary to the show and we were sitting in the fourth row at the end of the runway. we had a great vantage point because we would be able to see the models walk the long walk down and pause in front of us before turning around. and without warning, the lights went down, and the whole tent stopped talking. you can't even get that to happen in a movie theatre! and all of a sudden, it began. the music starts, a model appears and the lights queue to bright and it happens. look after look, the models did everything you expect them to do.

the shows are fast. 10-15 minutes of men strutting down the runway looking hot. you almost can't take it all in. but, what got me, was the energy. even though it is fast, you are so excited to see the next look, and for me, you want to revisit looks. there were some pieces i wanted to steal and, let's be honest, some of the models too. it should be like, free model with purchase. i die.

as my first fashion show, i felt like a million dollars. just walking through the main line and showing our tickets for reserved seating was the best feeling in the world. i don't know, i know i am still quite low on the totem pole, but i felt like i had arrived or something corny like that. fashion shows are just things to a lot of people, and i was able to make it a reality by actually attending one. even better, i was glad mary could join me: i feel like shows are something you should experience with people you love. kind of like, expensive wine and your first arrest. and i'm pretty sure we both were on cloud nine afterwards.

new york fashion week. it's a fucking rush.

also, mary blogged and her take can be found here.

a lounging saturday day.

as a budding socialite, wait. let me rephrase.

i have a minor goal in life to become a socialite. and to be featured on page six or as a blind item. my goals are lofty, and quite aspirational. and ones that will one day become true. i hope. i pray. i wish and hope.

so, let's resume.

as a budding socialite, i have been featured not once, but twice! on mary and annie's blog. You can read about annie and i's exploits in Los Angeles, and then you can enjoy the recap of recaps by my roommate mary for the preptser pumpkin palooza. And possibly enjoy the best picture ever. I will let you decide what that picture is.

i am watching one of the worst movies of the year, "i love you, beth cooper" and i am about to request this move be removed from hbo. so it's taking over my attention right now, this movie. and terribleness of it. i don't suggest you watch it. and if you must, have some alcohol.

and, today, i had a haircut. it was at this really great place called "salon 13" and it is on 13th and b. in texas and oklahoma, haircuts are about 30 bucks for a dude - at a salon. and that is what i was used to paying. but in nyc, the price for a haircut is about double that. and that's on the cheap end. luckily, i get a discount at bumble and bumble thanks to work, but the place can still be expensive, and the overall experience is rather overwhelming. b&b will have one person wash your hair, then another to cut it, and sometimes a new person to dry it. it's just overly complicated.

so, i have also wanted to try something new with my hair, since it's curly. and can be rather fro-ish. so, the lady who cut my hair, alx, was amazing. and she cuts hair for 'the killers' and we all know that is one of my favorite bands. so she already had points. plus! she gave me a beer to drink while she went to town. so really, the experience was way above what i was expecting, and cheaper.

that has been my day today.

boomer sooner.

welcome to cloudy la, mr. wright.

this blog will be hard to write about, because i don't want to name names or get into some details. not that i am ashamed of anything (i'm not) so i will write this blog using codes.

working for my awesome company, i get to do many fun things. i get to eat a lot of food in our awesome cafeteria, and i get to work in one of the prettiest buildings in the city.

i also get to work on an awesome project, which means i was able to take my first business trip to los angeles, california. which, was not sunny at all. and i didn't see the hollywood sign the entire time. true story.

the trip was wonderful, and i was able to visit my friend annie, who lives in los angeles and gets to see the hollywood sign all the time, and isn't sad when she can't because she lives there. and it's always there. she took me on some tours of places to eat, be seen and we shopped just a tad. on rodeo drive of course! the best part though, was being able to unwind in her perfect apartment and veg out watching gossip girl, season one, for about 7 hours. we had some scones, from bricks and scones of course, and lounged like there was no tomorrow.

we also ate in-n-out. which doesn't need an explanation or detailed description, but only, YUM! i would eat that daily. and then get fat and then be unhappy. vicious circle really.

overall, my trip to la, however cloudy, was wonderful. i accomplished what i needed to do for work, and while i had the most stressful two days of my life - i don't do well with stress because i'm sometimes a drama queen and i'm gay - it was perfect. it helped me grow in my position, so i know what to expect. and i'm prepared for a lot of things now. and when someone asks me about a stressful situation and how it was handled, i have the perfect story. and it goes like this:

"i went on a business trip, working on the ... "

you know you love me.

xoxo