New York Fashion Week Diary
Having never been to New York before this year, I’m still pinching myself that I’ve managed to tot up three trips since February and each time I go I become more obsessed with this incredible city. Having gone from having no clue (I though Harlem was near Queen’s), I can now tell cab drivers the cross street confidently, walk from one side of the island to the other without constantly checking google maps and have already got a few favourite haunts I visit time after time.
With New York Fashion Week promising epic shows and offerings from some of my favourite brands, all amidst New York’s warm, balmy concrete jungle, I decided it needed to be done. I checked into Sixty LES (up there as one of my favourite areas) and settled into my incredible room with a view for five days of shows, food, friends and far too many cabs. Even persistent jet lag and the biggest blisters I’ve ever had to deal with couldn’t dampen my spirits. From catch-ups with friends at Navy, Dudley’s and Bar Sardine, to solo-shopping trips to Reformation, Saturdays (for Jamie) and Love Adorned, however long you spend in New York is never enough.
Scroll down for a little look inside my NYFW diary…
Working breakfast at home at Sixty LES.
West village strolls in my favourite kind of dishevelled basics. Right before I realised boots with no socks was the worst idea I’ve ever had…
Brunch at Bluestone Lane, arguably the most instagrammable spot in the West Village… (Although no wifi for us out-of-towners)
Headed over to Brooklyn for the Rag & Bone show in Dumbo. My favourite show of New York and the best sundowner snaps as we crossed the bridge…. We finished the night with Negronis, Cointreau Fizz and roast chicken at The Wythe.
Grabbed an hour of rays and carbs between shows and appointments at the rooftop pool at Sixty LES.
Beautiful, feminine details at a New York favourite Tibi. I was mentally compiling a shopping list as the models walked by and near to every piece was on it…
I love a good presentation. You get to see the clothes up close and personal, and, if you’re lucky, sip on something cold with a friend while at it.
Told you my room had an insane view….
Short shorts, dinky bags and much-needed breakfast with Adenorah.
Adenorah’s dress | Realisation Par
Keeping it super casual for the J.Crew presentation and my last day of playing tourist downtown.
Rooftop sundowners at Sixty’s Tiki Tabu bar.
A rainbow of movie scripts on sale on Spring Street, blue skies over Wall Street and Philip Lim’s earthen, khaki-clad army.
Don’t think I’ve ever gone backless at fashion week before but when it’s nearing 30 degrees, needs must… Plus, any excuse to keep summer alive just a little bit longer.
Checked out Ganesvoort market with friends (I went for a ham, cheese and egg crepe but ate it before I remember to photograph it), found my ideal string vests at a Tibi re-see and grabbed a do-good iced latte at Toms on Lower East Side. For every bag of coffee Toms sells, they give a week’s worth of clean water to those in need in countires including Rwanda, Malawi, Peru and Guatemala.
Over and out NYC. I would say I’ll be back next season but not sure I can hack your freezing February’s… But next September I’ll be there with bells on (and packing even more blister plasters).
Ph. taken with the Olympus Pen and iPhone 6