Above from top: Backstage at the Tibi spring/summer show, on the runway at the Tadashi Shoji spring/summer show, model and Chevy Chase native Hilary Rhoda backstage at Rebecca Minkoff, Lena Dunham at Rachel Antonoff spring/summer presentation.
You would think after four seasons of covering New York Fashion Week that I would have it down to a T. And by it, I mean the schedule, the outfits, the heels (the band-aids I use after), etc. Lucky for me, my blister count was low compared to previous seasons but who needs a lengthy blog post recap? Let me break it down for you like this:
8: The number of girls seen taking photos of themselves in front of a step and repeat at Fashion Week parties.
26: The number of hairstylists, makeup artists, nail aestheticians, and models I interviewed backstage.
2: The number of times I tripped under the tents at Lincoln Center.
22: The number of DC bloggers I spotted under the tents at Lincoln Center.
1: The number of times I was mistaken for a model backstage. [A few backstage assistants yelled at me for being late. “Late for what?” I said. Then they asked if I was a model. They must’ve been drunk I tell ya, but still. Best. Compliment. Ever.]
50+: The number of backstage off-the-runway beauty tips that I can’t wait to share in upcoming posts!
1: The number of blisters I endured during the shows (this is a world record for me, by the way).
5: The number of Chocolate Caramel Pretzel Fiber One bars I ate in a 12-hour period.
6: The average diet sodas cans my fashion week roomie, Liz, drank in a 12-hour period.
30: The number of celebs I spotted at the shows and presentations.
4: The number of girls overheard at the check-in desk that said, “don’t you know who I am?!”
98.74: The dollar amount spent on taxi rides in the city.