Redken gave us permission for backstage passes at Victoria Beckham. Our slot would be 8:45am. Wait. PANIC. I had to be across town for 9am at Delpozo…
NY Fashion Week AW13 Diary Day 2
Read Day 1 here and backstage at Delpozo and backstage at Victoria Beckham.
The idea of waking up at 4:30am is unseemly. Especially after an exhausting day of travel, but there I was, abruptly disturbed from my slumber. Thanks noisy people in the hallway.
But I’m glad I was. Redken gave us permission for backstage passes at Victoria Beckham. Our slot would be 8:45am. Wait. PANIC. I had to be across town for 9am at Delpozo. Someone seriously needs to invent a teleporter.
And of course after that, sleep was not to be found. So I got up to start my day.
As the sun was rising over the New York Public Library, I checked my camera. I realised I forgot a major component. My memory card! Luckily there was a Fedex 24 hours right across the street. Saved. Kind of. The card was low quality, so I’d have to be conservative with my photos.
Below: I want this camera.
Once I was in the NYPL, I pleaded my predicament to Lauren from Redken/L’Oreal. She understood, commenting NYFW is chaotic for those tightly spaced shows. She sweetly gave me her pass. Off I went. I snapped away, looking around for Guido and/or Beckham (though no publication was permitted to take a picture of her). Wandering towards the end, I was stopped by well-dressed security that turned me around. In a charming way, but still. Denied.
When Guido emerged to speak to us, Beckham appeared suddenly to bestow her instructions. Darn. And I didn’t have access to the show. Darn again.
Off I went to Delpozo and Morrocanoil!
Firstly, I have a massive crush on Antonio, the Moroccanoil creative stylist. He is charming and unpretentious. He also said that he loves Asian hair, when I complained about my hair having little body. Squee.
I got to wander around and take photos of the clothes and shoes. I adored this collection. And after watching the well-dressed women of Delpozo’s Madrid head office, I longed to be a tanned Iberian goddess like them.
After a while it became very crowded and I was in desperate need of a coffee. It might have been the hit of caffeine, but when I walked into the Delpozo space, I was filled with joy. Maybe it was the bold red and pink carpet. Or the natural light that drenched the room.
I struck up a conversation with two very lovely men next to me, Miguel and Richard. We talked life, New York and fashion.
The show started and I was mesmerized by the architectural and fluidity of each of the pieces. I was in awe of being so close to clothes like this.
Truthfully, I couldn’t pull off many of them. But in my wildest dreams, I would have them in my closet to just look at. And if Antonio came with them, then that wouldn’t be the worst thing ever.
Above and below: Thread’s writer Iris Chan at NYFW.
Below: photo by NYC blogger Fashion Steele NYC. Iris wears Karen Walker, Diane von Furstenberg jacket, Suzanne Towns scarf and leggings by Norwegian Wood, in a very snowy Meatpacking District in NYC.
By Iris Chan, 12 February 2013
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