A week later and I'm still asking myself what in the world was I doing at Fashion Week?? This anticipated New York event has always been something I witnessed from afar in places like People Magazine or Us Weekly. Please know, my cool factor is still ridiculously low, but at the very least I can put a big check next to the "Attend Fashion Week" box on my New York to-do list. I really didn't know what to expect from the whole "scene", but I quickly learned it's mostly a place style-bloggers and other semi-self obsessed people flock to get their picture taken. It's possible that I have no idea who these people are and they actually are famous -- but I get the feeling anyone can show up with a cool outfit and get photographed. It's weird. Anyway, my co-worker Christine and I participated in the events and sought out to find photographers wearing ONA. We also got to watch a live feed of the Rebecca Minkoff show, see Janelle Monae perform, and meet my all time favorite blogger Taza. It was a good day, and one I'll use someday to give my kids that illusion that I was cool once.
^this is me getting awkward when Huffington Post asked to take a picture of my hair. Check out my shifty, nervous feet.