Day Five with fashion blogger Textstyles.ca behind the scenes at New York Fashion Week, Fall 2011
Photography by Stefania Yarhi
8:30 am: It’s getting harder to wake up. This morning my feet feel like lead weights. But gotta get to the tents!
9:10 am: First show is
Yigal Azrouel. Love the collegiate vibe: Tailored suiting, knits with tails, tuxedo pants and, naturally, plenty of layering. The palette was so beautifully neutral, but I adored the electric pops of colour (reminds me of
Jil Sander‘s spring show). An orange car coat is calling my name…
Stefania… (Don’t clothes whisper your name?)
10:00 am: Searching for a coffee that isn’t Starbucks. This has been my other mission for fashion week: the great
Americano. So far,
11:30 am: Work, work, and more work. My fingers ache.
1:00 pm: Now for
Jeremy Scott, I’m expecting the usual London street-inspired day-glo brights and the man did not disappoint. Riffing on Coca-Cola branding, his logos, on red sequined dresses, was cheeky: "Every One is GOD." Then came the candy-raver sweaters and mile-high platforms stomping down the runway. His shows are about the spectacle and everyone knows it and loves it. The finale was my favourite: a blue skin tight, floor-length gown with the Superwoman crest and a 10 foot red cape/train. Sitting front row, was
I don’t do photos anymore" West.
1:45 pm: Head up to Chelsea where I’ve got some time to kill before the next presentation. Thankfully I find a great pub,
The Half King to watch Barcelona vs. Arsenal. You have no idea how well
football compliments fashion. Ok, not really, but it’s nice to have a moment outside the din.
4:15 pm: On the 21st floor of the Chelsea Arts Tower
Devi Kroell showcased her new accessories line:
Dax Gabler. Inspired by her Tyrolean grandmother, Kroell worked with traditional Tyrolean costuming: very hunter/gatherer. Hand-knit, wool cardigans were cozy and totally layer-worthy. The bags, oh the bags… Saddlebags and totes in leather and (?) crocodile. Perfect for the urban warrior.
8:00 pm: Dinner at the French brasserie beside my hotel—french fare and some french conversation.
10:30 pm: Heading down to the Bowery Hotel, where the party is at the side-entrance and you need a password (Velour!) I love fashion week.
12:45 pm: The party decides to move elsewhere and so do I. ‘Night.
Read more of Textstyles.ca Adventures at New York Fashion Week here.
For the latest in fashion, beauty and culture, sign up to receive ELLE's daily newsletter.