Having lived in NYC since it’s beginning, Fashion’s Night Out is a scary thing for me. It means over crowded streets, starry-eyed teenagers, and alcohol. And of course, the rare occasion you actually get close enough to a celebrity.
I personally rarely get star struck. I despise teenagers who act like teenagers, and I’m not into wall to wall crowds. I made it my mission to stick to VIP/guest list only events, but even so found it hard to attend everything I wanted. I began in the West Village, grabbing a quick bite at this little french bistro then heading to J Brand, where Nicky Hilton was showcasing some jewelry. I’d met her before, and also ran into some old friends from college. After about 15 minutes, though, my “manager” for the night was ushering me out the door to Seven for All Mankind for some wine and music.After that it was time to head in the opposite direction of Spring Street, which was closeed for the Kardashian’s and Pauly D’s party at Dash, which my friends said was INSANE with everybody trying to just snap a picture of one of the self-made celebrities.
My friends and I headed to NARS to chat with Francisco NARS and play with the make up, though the heat was not the best situation. Afterwards was a quick stop in the meat packing district, hitting a dance party at Tracey Reese, gawking at the lines at DVF, and then heading to the Ace Hotel for Opening Ceremony’s carnival, and the Advanced Style party. Sadly, by the time we made our way over to the Ace everything was shutting down and ending. I got a delicious sandwich from the endings of the carnival, and a super soft Riviera Club teddy bear, before noticing a familiar face.
Now, I mentioned I don’t get star struck easily. In fact,it’s a rare form of success that affects me; photographers. It used to happen with party photographers a lot, being my dream to be photographed by them but I’ve since met everyone of my dreams. This night, though, I spotted a bespectacled face in flannel; none other than THE Terry Richardson. Of course, my fan girl self requested a photo with him and we chatted about his work and the sandwich I was still consuming, but were cut short by other gawkers coming for their photo ops.
Dream come true! Now, I just need to figure out how to get him to photograph me…
By this point, my night was pretty much over, so I hopped in a cab home, snapping some quick outfit/cab shots just for you guys !
BCBG Dress as a top
Vintage/thrifted maxi skirt (tucked into my vintage/thrifted sea shell belt)
Forever 21 ring