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NYFW, Part 2

(a party with hammocks is my kind of party)  

How hectic the last few days have been! Things have not slowed down since New York Fashion Week- if it’s not a shoot it’s a premiere or another event that can’t be skipped without a nagging conscious (raging FOMO over here…). And that’s not even mentioning that I am technically a full-time student! But regardless of my nonexistent sleep-cycle, I have spent the last few weeks in a mood similar to the euphoria of a kid in a candy store. 

            As the weather slowly but assiduously begins to turn in the direction of perma-sweater-season, I’ve decided that I am not quite ready to part with rooftop times. As a last ditch effort to make the most of the final sultry summer evenings I attended the Maiyet/AnOther Magazine’s last “rooftop happening.” Walking into the accompanying loft space on Bowery was an oddly spiritual sensation as the alter-like space was peppered with candles lighting the seemingly infinite amount of shots of Kate Moss collaging the walls, both from her FW14 AnOther spread and highlights from past editorials.

Once outdoors (and armed with a blueberry mojito), my first sight was of Andy Warhol’s ‘Sleep’ film being projected onto a nearby wall. Opposite the screening was a phrase (indistinguishable thanks to the hordes of thirsty it-girls encircling the bar) perhaps meant to set the tone of the evening.

As for my aforementioned FOMO (fear of missing out), my angst was not for naught. Heading out on the earlier side to check out the new 3.1 Phillip Lim store opening, I later found out that David Beckham had shown up not thirty minutes later. What a rip off!

DVF’s SS15 collection is all I will need on my jaunt down to the French Riviera. The wonderfully feminine collection reminded me of what it is that I love so much about being a girl in the 21st century. The sunny studio where Diane chose to show her collection (notably NOT Lincoln Center) was the perfect accompaniment to her flirty yet undeniably sexy collection.

While I was on the lookout for Kendall Jenner whom I’d apparently already seen three times that week without noticing, I was not expecting a surprise turn around runway from Naomi Campbell. Although DVF, know for her nurturing nature, and Naomi, known for her hot temper, aren’t necessarily the most obvious pairing, I’m curious why they aren’t grouped together more often. Both DVF and Naomi have risen to the top of their fields from inauspicious backgrounds (DVF, whose parents were sent to Auschwitz and Naomi who was raised by a single mother in a dodgy area of South London) to become champions of female empowerment. Bravo!

NYFW, Part 1.


       The SS15 NYFW has been my busiest season yet. In past seasons I’ve stayed active by attending a few shows, even working behind the scenes on a few (Jeremy Scott, Jason Wu…), but this was the first time I felt the frantic pull of needing to be in five different places at once. At the very least, it has certainly added up to the most money I’ve ever spent on cars/cabs in one week.

Although I was in dire need of a juice cleanse and good nights sleep by the end, it added up to one of those magical New York experiences I used to fantasize about as a child. Just thinking about it now makes me feel as bubbly as one of the hundreds of glasses of champagne I must have consumed over the eight days.

One of my favorite shots taken during cocktail hour with Lafayette 148 on the roof of the Nolitian Hotel. Is there is a finer sight than a glass of white wine disappearing as fast as the last moments of the late summer sun over the Williamsburg bridge? 

The scene at Luella Bartley and Katie Hillier's second collection for Marc by Marc Jacobs (#MBMJ) required full immersion. From the moment I walked into the warehouse-like show space at Pier 94,  I was in their world. For starters it was so dark that I had to enlist the help of my iPhone's flashlight feature to find my seat. The electronic music was blaring- seemingly in time with the pounding in my head, bringing back memories of the night before. 

The rave-inspired collection was all in all a bit much for me, but I am already planning Spring looks around the 'New World System' T-shirt and spikey topknots (courtesy of Guido). If the hair didn't get me during the show, the sight of a model sprinting across 10th Avenue post-show, still in full hair and makeup, was tempting enough to get me to book an appointment with my salon ASAP. 

(apologies for the obnoxious watermarks) 

More than anything this week I am grateful for my parters-in-crime Ella & Elizabeth!
Above, at the Mulberry x Cara Delevingne collection party. 

Labor Day Weekend | The Hamptons

While weather is one of the more clich├ęd topics and should generally be avoided unless one is absolutely desperate for small talk, it’s worth mentioning in the context of my Labor Day weekend. It has been a relatively mild summer until the past couple of weeks when the New York suddenly transformed into this unbearable sweltering arm pit of a city. Needless to say I was quick to jump at the chance to hit the beach with a few friends for the long weekend.

The Hamptons may be of the swanky-er variety when compared to your average East Coast seashore, but it’s still a welcome retreat from the occasionally high-strung city life. I don’t know for sure… but I’d be willing to bet that not many other beaches besides Coopers Beach in Southampton do people walk up and down the beach offering free sangria to loungers because, “whoops, they brought too much!” (Although is there really such thing as too much sangria?). Another surefire way to differentiate their beaches are the rows of shoes people leave by the parking lot – not even Nordstroms carries that many pairs of Birkenstocks!

What beach day would be complete without some A+ reading material? Mine came in the form of the Vogue UK and DuJour. Did you know that in the Hamptons they distribute free copies to your doorstep? A good marketing plan in theory, but it definitely makes me think twice before paying the cover price mid-winter knowing that it's sitting in a pool of mysterious liquid on my front porch.

Pierre's, my favorite brunch spot in Bridgehampton. Although it could kick some serious butt compared to all-East-End restaurants. 

And with that it was off to Two Trees Farm... Happy September! 


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Caroline Mason: 21. Native New Yorker (and one time North Carolinian). Assistant to Derek Blasberg. Just a girl who is OCD about all things fashion, drinks way too much coffee, and has an affinity for late night talk shows and travel books. FIT class of 2016. Previously with Karla Otto PR, Lori Goldstein and Lester Garcia.

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