Fashion Week 2009

So this past week was fashion week and I have many fun events to share...

First off, on Saturday (V-day... the dreaded!!) I went to the James Coviello fashion show in the village. It was in a townhouse where they had converted two rooms into a place to display their fall collection. Very cool.  

Then Sunday was the DVF (where I intern) after party at tenjune, which the other interns and I were lucky enough to get to go to. This was so fabulous and the girls from "The City" were there-- of course had to take pictures with them....

The next day I had to be at the office at 7:30, but not before trying to piece together 25 copies of Women's Wear Daily. (No easy feat, as most news stands only get about 5 copies) So yea, at the office there was a ton of stuff going on that I was excited to be a part of but it was super tiring! 

Wednesday, I had to work all day and then at the end of the day, we went to the tents to help set up for the American Express VIP fashion show. We got to work backstage and then go out and watch the show as well.  The week was absolutely crazy, and I am so glad that I am finally getting a chance to rest! But well worth it... Another photo for your enjoyment....

Speed Dating

(Flash back two Saturdays ago)

The lovely LoLA and I are baking cupcakes, as we like to do from time to time. While we wait for our cupcakes to cool so that we can frost them, we begin to discuss some ideas of potentially fun or interesting things to do. Somehow, the conversation lands on speed dating. Yes, speed dating. Seems like an interesting concept. You see it in movies every here and again. We decide to pursue the idea further. LoLA gets on the computer, to try to find a local speed dating event that we could attend. Bingo! we find one, and we're booked. 

We decide no matter how this little adventure turns out it is bound to be fun. Imagine two different scenarios...

1) It's actually fun and we meet some cool guys

2) It's tons of lame people, which will provide us with hours of hilarity. 

clearly... win win situation

(now flash forward to Sunday night)

We go speed dating. The event is held at a bar in Chinatown, that we have actually been to a couple times previously. We walk in and it seems ok. The people running the event give us a name badge and sheet that we are supposed to use to keep track of our dates. There is a place for the guys name, a place to say whether or not you want to see him again, and a space to make notes to help you remember. This event is supposed to consist of 30 or so "dates" so mind you, remembering everyone could be quite the feat. So we go and each get a drink from the bar (score, they didn't card!) and we take our seats at a large table. When the event starts, it's just like what you would imagine. The girls stay seated and the guys rotate around every 3 minute. (which is actually a perfect amount of time) 

I would say that the overall adventure ranks somewhere between the two previously posted outcomes. There were some people who I would definitely see again (Chet and his friend Justin, the cute med students, are a decidedly perfect double date for LoLA and I) and then there are some who I would never see again (a sampling from my notes... "hasn't realized that he's gay yet," "guido," and "awkward Asian")

So then the fun stuff starts... you go home and log on to the website and you check off the names of people who you would be willing to go on a real date with. If they choose you, then you can see each other's email addresses. It's a match!! 

I matched with three people and have received emails from two. stay tuned...

Waiting for the Bus

Last Wednesday morning started out the same as all Wednesday mornings. I woke up early, not particularly bright-eyed and bushy tailed because let's be honest I am not nor never have been a morning person. I got ready to go to my internship (at Diane Von Furstenberg) ate, dressed, blah blah blah. 

So then I'm ready to go, head to the bus stop to wait for the bus. (as a side note, I have discovered the NYC bus system, which I am now a huge fan of as they usually drop me off much closer to my final destination than the subway) Anyways.... I am standing waiting for the bus and I feel a little plop on the collar of my coat. Of course, this startles me ad I start trying to figure out what happened. I think maybe snow fell off something (as it had snowed the day before) and I look up... Snow... HA! yea, right. I see a bird. Needless to say, the bird had pooped on the back of my coat. Now, anyone who knows me would know that this did not bode well. Immediately, I started running back to my place so that I could change my clothes and somehow still try to make it to work on time. Picture... Me, running full speed down a Manhattan side walk, Burberry moonboots clunking away (like I said, it had snowed), all the while trying to keep myself from heaving. It was not a pretty picture, to say the least!

By the time that I get back, replace my adorable work outfit with my go to "I have no clue what to wear and I'm late" sweater and jeans, and get back to the bus stop, I am a good fifteen minutes late. Instead of reverting to panic mode, I decide that having a bird shit on me before 9am constitutes complete crisis and my supervisors will definitely understand. 

lesson learned: Be more strategic about where I stand. At ALL times. 

My First Foray in the Blogging World

Hello hello!

So I thought I would start one of these and see where it leads me. Mostly I will just be sharing stories and random things that happen to me. Enjoy!

xoxo,

Hill