Posts Tagged ‘nyfw’
After a few exhausting days of airplanes, cabs, fashion shows, wardrobe changes and a few bottles of Prosecco on a few rooftops, my skin was saying “Oh, so you like these crow’s feet, then?” Dehydration and fatigue began to show. Luckily, I was fortunate to have a day at the Susan Ciminelli Beauty Clinic on the Upper East Side planned for me right before I flew home. Seriously, everyone should end a trip to New York City with a trip to Susan Ciminelli. After my oxygen facial, complete with deep pore cleansing and seawater splashes, I was glowing – literally – my skin glistened in the sunshine. And I went home with the Susan Ciminelli Restorative Red Marine Algae Cream (a luxe-luxe treat) with Co Q 10, Vitamin A and Antioxidants – I use it at night as a sort of magic potion. A huge thanks to Susan for giving me the royal treatment, it’s certainly going to become a requisite pit-stop every time I visit the Big Apple.
NEW YORK – A long way from her native New Zealand, designer Karen Walker has had unprecedented success in North America showing her latest Spring/Summer 14 collection at Mercedes Benz Fashion Week in New York City last week. Most of us Torontonians know Karen Walker’s eponymous label for her sunnies. Independent boutiques such as Visit ZANE at 753 Queen St. West and Canadian online retailer eLUXE are two great places to shop for her signature, oversized and over-the-top, plastic faceshields (i.e., sunglasses). Read the rest of this entry »
Saw this girl walking around after the Karen Walker show in the Meatpacking district. She looked just as regal in real life as she does in this photograph with her monochromatic pink outfit; the bag, a satin Fendi with interlocking F’s. So chic. She is a vision in pink! Incidentally, I have no idea who she is. If anyone knows, please leave a comment.
UPDATE: Her name is Tanja G and she is the blogger behind My Empirical Life. She’s also a blogger for Vogue Australia. So, you see folks, all it takes is a great pair of shoes.
The possibilities are endless. Nighttime reveals latent dreams of couture and high heels. In my mind, it’s the spark of excitement – dressing up to go out like a transformation from monotony to fantastic. I asked myself who I wanted to be that night. A lady with lots of secrets. A leather dress that stuck like a second skin. A disguise. A reprise, even. For I’ve been here before, acting out a venomous slither of long legs and black lashes through the night.
Photography by JR Bernstein
We made it to New York City, the big apple. The place where dreams are made of. I absolutely need a few days in this town to recharge my fashion inspiration. I’m like a kid in a candy store, drooling at this fashion feast. Before I dig in, I thought I’d post some pics of my own. I’m wearing up and coming Toronto-based fashion label, BAZZUL. Creative director, Felicia Burke, was so sweet to dress me for Fashion Week – big thanks! Love reppin’ my Toronto brands in NYC. The dress was perfect for an 8am flight, lunch at the Soho House, straight to the Karen Walker show and then vagabonding all day with JR Bernstein along the High Line and dinner with the Kenton Magazine crew. I paired it with my new Miista boots from Shoppalu.com where they are available for pre-order. I added a “Dazzling Blue” accent by the means of a Wilfred sweater tied around my waist. The colour, by the way, is heralded as the lovechild of Cobalt blue and Spring 2014. #thankmelater Read the rest of this entry »
Ladies and gentlemen, la pièce de résistance, ending my New York Fashion Week with a bang: Diesel Black Gold. Let me tell you about my insider experience at this show. All the people I’ve ever written about in my “Eurotrash People” series were in the flesh (Eleonora Carisi, Anna dello Russo, Giovanna Battaglia… and Chiara Ferragni aka The Blonde Salad). I was in Eurotrash heaven. Chiara, in her pink metallic Burberry trench sat across from me, and I don’t normally approach people because I’m really shy and usually think I’m disturbing their only moment of tranquility – that’s how I would feel if I were famous – but I knew I would regret not introducing myself to her.
Parsons grad, couture chick, Katarina Grey is a breath of fresh air. She’s younger than most of us and probably more sophisticated. I had the pleasure of viewing her second collection, Decadent Opulence (sounds pretty Eurotrash to me), at The Nomad Hotel in New York during Mercedes Benz Fashion Week.
Remember when I was in New York this summer, but really, when was I not in New York, and I discovered the NYC based, Swedish brand, Rodebjer? I copped myself a gorgeous strawberry-pink knit sweater and paraded around Times Square until the wee hours of the night like Anna dello Russo fresh out the (fashion) shower.