Fashion blogger Jayne Min of STOP IT RIGHT NOW has been reporting on New York Fashion Week for GrandLife from the fashionable enclave of Tribeca Grand, sharing shots from the front row, backstage, the parties, and the streets of New York with GrandLife, on her blog, and throughout social media. Now that the photographers are packing up their cameras, the lights are dark at Lincoln Center, and the bloggers, editors, and buyers are boarding their flights to London for the next stage of “fashion month,” she’s taken a look back on her fashion-packed week:
Welp, another New York Fashion Week has come and gone. I go home feeling like a (spring/summer) seasoned veteran, with all my bandaged toes and arch pains from running (well, briskly walking) all over town. Fortunately for me though, New York and California seemed to have swapped temperatures for a couple of days. While my friends back home complained of blistering heat, I couldn’t have asked for better weather, making it possible to actually look and feel nice under the hot lights at the shows. Heck, I even wore a pony hair coat one night. To be more specific, I wore it to GrandLife’s This Is New York party at Tribeca Grand. I repeat: A PARTY. It’s true – magical things do happen at fashion week.
Some highlights were the Jeremy Laing and Theyskens Theory shows. Laing, with the debut of his new menswear line and his (let’s call them unisex) one pieces – no, we don’t use the R (romper) word – and baggy pinstripe ease, is really making me clutch my cholo shorts even closer. The look is here to stay, folks. And Theyskens Theory really is the bridge between luxury and commercial fashion. All the brands in the just-below-luxury-brand-tier take note – it’s about taking really sellable wearable pieces and giving them an elevated feel. I don’t know who else could get me out of jeans and into four layers of silk and knits for spring more than Mr. Theyskens himself.
Between shows, meetings, and shoots, it was Tribeca Grand in all its hospitality (and shout out to the beet salad) that recharged me to get back out there and do it all over again every day. I’ll miss that old clock and the view of yellow cabs passing by my window, but I’ll be back soon enough. In six months to be exact. Tribeca Grand, will we still be in love then?
(Photos: STOP IT RIGHT NOW)