I am so excited to share with you all some photos from Mercedes Benz Fashion Week in New York City showcasing the Spring 2014 collections. For over a decade I have dreamed about attending Fashion Week ,occasionally allowing my dreams to drift to actually showing a collection. Lucky for me, a friend had tickets to the Mercedes Benz VIP Lounge and the Lela Rose show on Sunday and asked me to join the party. Here's the VIP Lounge:
The VIP lounge, off the main ticketing/milling about area, was quite fancy with bar service (unlimited champagne!) and snacks that rotated throughout the day. Doesn't look like your rich Great Aunt's living room? We spent Saturday morning in this portion of the tent, drinking coffee and hoping that tickets to a Saturday show might open up. They didn't. We left for some shopping in the Meatpacking district, a fine alternative to the VIP lounge.
Sunday morning we were back in the VIP lounge in preparation for our ticketed show, Lela Rose.
The show was just lovely, with wearable curve-hugging cocktail frocks and some easy separates perfect for an afternoon wedding. Sitting second row I was nearly able to catch some of the gold flakes that fell from the models gilded up-dos. Here are three of my favorite looks (Images from style.com). The black spidery lace on the first model's shoulders was exquisite.
Here's one photo I captured of the finale look: a slinky orange number.
Later in the day, the wranglers in the VIP Lounge approached us with extra tickets to Tracy Reese! What a score. While Lela's show was soft and sensual, Tracy's was bold and boisterous with live mambo drummers and lots of swagger (again, photos from style.com).
And despite several 'Housewives' from both Atlanta and New York City vying for extra tickets in the VIP Lounge, I scored one more show, Joanna Mastroianni. I'm not above tipping over tables and pulling hair to get what I want at Fashion Week.
Flying high from the day before, Monday we entered the tent with the glimmer of hope for additional shows before we had to break the magic spell and fly back to Cleveland. First in the lineup Monday morning was Mathieu Mirano, a designer lesser-known to me but was extremely impressive. He showed an ethereal collection with serpentine detailing in 'presentation' format rather than the typical runway. Amazing.
All the models stood there stoically, hardly moving but occasionally flashing a smile or turning to pose for a pictures. They looked rather tortured, standing still and stiff-legged in those 5-inch heels in a frigid room.
This model's legs are turning blue:
Back to the VIP tent we went, thrilled with the 4 shows we were able to attend but hoping for a fifth and final longshot: Carolina Herrera. There we were, my friend and I, sitting on the edge of our faux-antique chairs in the VIP Lounge looking eagerly but not too desperately towards our Hostess, the keeper of the holy grail. With a barely detectable nod of her head we were motioned to join her in the procession into the Carolina Herrera show. Any cool we were maintaining up to this point disappeared and we were giggling and celebrity-spotting up to the very minute the tent darkened and Karlie Kloss emerged onto the runway.
Recognize any other famous faces? I'm sure there are plenty I missed.
This was the only interesting shot I was able to capture from the nose-bleed section of the arena. Actually, my view down to the runway was quite good... not as good as Christina Ricci's or Michelle Dockery's, but I was able to see the dazzling optical illusions Carolina accomplished with her layered print organza (images from style.com).
Sigh.... what a dreamy weekend. Anyone have tickets to Fall 2014??
That's little ole' me on the right, with my friend who shall remain nameless until she approves this photo. Many thanks to her for making this weekend possible.