Eight years ago I was 24. I had spent the summer in Europe after graduating from USC with a master's in broadcast journalism. Mind you, I had no plans of actually being a journalist. I had gotten the degree because well, I got a full ride and I figured why not. I loved school and writing and frankly didn't know what else to do with myself.
Getting my first real job was proving tougher than I'd expected so on the morning of September 11, I was going to meet my best friend and go to a job fair together. I turned on the TV as I was getting ready. I was wearing a black suit when I found out that the twin towers had been hit. Like the entire planet that day, I crumpled in horror, not believing what my eyes were seeing.
After finding out that my NYC friends (Jean Bean and Peaches) were OK, I spent the rest of the day glued to the television news coverage, crying. I remember my mom looking numb. She ominously told me that when terrorism strikes a country it's never the same again. I wept harder thinking about all the immigrants like my mother who had come to this country precisely to escape the kind of chaos we all witnessed that day.
Mr. Diabolina, my mom and I eventually pulled ourselves away from the TV. We went to dinner. At Chin Chin of all places. Matthew Perry of all people was there.
It was surreal to look over at this iconic TV star and know exactly what he was thinking and feeling. Odd to think of Sept. 11 as a great equalizer but it was. Rich, poor, old, young, famous, not famous - all of us had no idea what came next.
As I was glued to NYFW coverage on Twitter all day today, I found this article about what 9/11 would have looked like in the age of social media. Fascinating thought, no? The experience of that day would have been totally different.
Eight years later to the day social media certainly facilitated my fantasy that I was in NYC and Leigha Lezark.
Front row at all the shows
Though I think I was more inspired by the beauty and glamour off the runway today than on.
Had a late lunch with my mom at Toast.
Then in the evening the two of us met up with Mr. Diabolina to watch The September Issue. Verdict: Didn't love it. No one was more shocked than me.
Sure it was a feast for the eyes. A fashionable voyeur's dream. But I thought it didn't have much to SAY. Probably because Anna is not particularly loquacious. Was sad it lacked the warmth and humor of the fabulous Valentino documentary. Probably because Anna will never be mistaken for cuddly or Shecky Green. Maybe it's a cultural thing. I always forget Anna is English.
What I liked best were probably the glimpses into Anna's psyche. How her father and siblings and daughter aren't particularly impressed with what she does. Probably why she is so hard on the people she works with - especially the brilliant Grace Coddington.
I've loved Grace's work since I was a teenager, devouring Vogue as if it was moco loco foie gras ;)
There is always a dreamlike, romantic quality to her spreads. They transport you to another world. A world where everything is beautiful and haunting and alive.
But sadly Grace is British too. Getting her to say more than three sentences at a time was like pulling teeth. Interesting how someone so aesthetically brilliant can struggle with expressing herself verbally. But agonizing to watch for someone like me who was trained at interviewing people on camera.
But to be completely honest, one of the reasons I didn't love the movie was Grace's hair. I wanted to jump through the screen and force a Brazilian Blowout on her.
Forever 21 vest and tank
Old Navy jeans
Fashion District gladiators
In a gray state of mind today - started with the jeans
Then the tank
Then the vest
Then the necklace
Heart the gray/yellow contrast
Wanted to wear some fierce shoes but wasn't feeling heels after a long week
So went for the animal print sandals
Want to live in leopard this Fall
And joy of joys, it looks like leopard print isn't going anywhere in Spring
Alexander Wang was all about it.
Other big trends emerging on the spring runways - athletic wear, 80s color and shapes and polkadots. Start stocking up now, pretty ladies.