Fashion Week in Disguise

Fashion week is weird, guys.

It's so much fun, 

and such a strange take on humanity, 

but it's really really weird.

I didn't quite realize just how strange it was,

until I invited a non-fashion friend out to a fashion week wrap party Thursday other night 

and listened as she remarked on all of the things she found unusual throughout the evening. 

"VIP" lounges, 

step & repeats,

the relationship between photographers and bloggers,

the relationship between stylists and models,

the personalities...

ultimately, it came down to a fascination with 

the veneer that coats the industry as a whole. 

Why has fashion only been able to exist as an aspirational industry - 

why must it be a constant, well-lit, charade?

I don't know the answer. 

But I have a feeling it might be true for any industry. 

Could anything really fully function if the nitty gritty were always wholly exposed?

Would we still follow "Fashion" if we knew just how unglamorous and normal most of it actually is?

I mean,

the photos of the Clover Canyon presentation speak for themselves,

but that never stopped me from rambling.

Beautiful clothes, models, shoes, lighting, set design,

but ...

so much else..

How would our perception of the industry change if we knew how awkward famous bloggers feel posing for photos,

or how nervous the top runway model gets, 

or how uncertain the next designer is of his collection,

or how annoyed the photographers get at their repetitive, attention-hungry subjects,

or how everyman all of these "exclusive" experiences truly are?

NYFW - S/S 15 - Clover Canyon [#CommunityCorrespondent) by gabrielle-pedriani featuring a sleeveless romper

Cheers.

PS: A HUGE Thank You to POLYVORE for allowing me to have SO MUCH FUN as a #CommunityCorrespondent this last week!