Since I could barely handle all of my invitations (read: none) to New York Fashion Week, I decided to let my NYC correspondent handle Down the Rabbit Hole’s coverage of the chic conclave. Besides, I wouldn’t have had time to attend anyway. I was far too busy on Sunday nursing a pathetic hangover I had earned by imbibing 2 ½-vodka cocktails at a bar that I was far too old to be at. Yeah, I know I’m feeling real proud (and old.) But, that’s enough self-deprecating humor for a Monday; let’s live vicariously through my Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week correspondent, shall we?
Our Fashion Week newbie, who we’ll call “Alice”, had access to some pretty high brow shows, including: Catherine Malandrino, Alice Ritter and (cue jealous gasp) Tory Burch.
Behold Alice’s adventures in wonderland:
"Apropos to your blog's title, I truly felt like I fell down a rabbit hole today...
"Here's my clandestine tale of a day spent fashion show hopping clad in my best Alice & Olivia frock from 3 years ago...needless to say, I did not take my coat off."
11:40am: My companions and I, one of whom is a celebrity on a hit television show, who shall remain anonymous (I'm not one to gossip) arrive at Pier 59, Studio 8 to find Alice Ritter, a young Parisian transplant, who is incredibly sweet and approachable, and her gorgeous glamazons sporting a breezy, "country bohemian" look.
12:00pm: Back in the car we proceed to Catherine Malandrino's masterpiece, showcased in a huge, raw loft space in the old NY Times building on 224 W 43rd Street. When we enter the lobby, we are greeted by hundreds of fashionistas and eager buyers, editors and gawkers (not unlike myself) queing for the elevator. The Malandrino talent wranglers thankfully recognize my entourage immediately, which now includes a prominent stylist, and whisk us pass the zoomanity, where we are escorted directly to Ms. Malandrino herself, who looks fabulous and surprisingly relaxed. This was certainly a unique presentation with dozens of models perched on varying sized pedestals throughout this behemoth loft space with dramatic midtown views outside of the floor to ceiling windows. Oh, and the clothes were GORGEOUS, very city chic and sophisticated with more than a hint of the designers trademark funkiness. If only I were 6 feet tall, 110 lbs...
1:00pm: We rescue our celeb friend from paparrazzos, and stop off for a quick lunch at a local French bistro.
2:15pm: We obtain a prime (I'm sure it was legal) parking spot outside the Empire Hotel, head into the tents at Lincoln Center for Tory Burch's non-traditional runway show, and rub shoulders with the likes of Kanye West. Ms. Burch's show started with a bang to an amazing playlist and was really high energy throughout. Like at Alice Ritter's presentation, there were flowy, "country bohemian" pieces, which looked quite similar, yet there were also more structured pieces like at Malandrino.
"Although feeling slightly voyeuristic, it was certainly a unique experience attending these three very different presentations, and I feel lucky to have done it the way I did today. Here is a little free association to sum up the looks I saw: structured but flowy, plaid and hounds tooth, square glasses, purple, mini-wraps, polka dots, leather, simple & sophisticated. "