Manhattan has been invaded by Russian dolls and 6 foot glamazons and it can only mean one thing: its fashion week in NYC!
It's the one week where models roam the streets among the real people- they're everywhere, walking around to castings carrying their books, racing to make their next show with charcoal lined eyes- the city is utterly buzzing with everything fashion and it all coalesces in one place- Bryant Park.
Besides all the major fashion editors and buyers are out on the shows- fashion week is invite only so it's basically the most important people in the industry under one roof (or tent). To me, last week really symbolized what fascinates me about this business- the art and creative processes that are integral to fashion. It's truly interesting to me about the business as it relates to myself as an artist.
But this week was all about the glamour! Fashion week is more fabulous and glitzy than ever imagined and let's be honest- this is why most people love this crazy industry and im not immune-it was unreal! As soon as we pulled up to the main entrance people and paparazzi started snapping pictures of us- I couldn't believe it! It was so crazy. We would've ushered through a crowd and random people would call our names out- it's so weird!!