NY Fashion Week
It's been a while since I've blogged. But if you follow me on IG then you've been along for my journey. I recently attended my first NY fashion week and honestly I am still gushing over the experience. It's hard to believe that I've been in the industry for so long and have never attended NYFW. I would always make an excuse as to why I shouldn't go. It's too much money, I don't know anyone there, I can go next year, my wardrobe isn't ready. I was all out of excuses this year and I made a promise to myself to start living instead of just existing. Dec 31st I put NYFW on my vision board and on 5 Jan I found out I was attending. Tell me about the power of speaking things into existence. Write the vision... make it plain! I was beyond ecstatic and although doubt tried to creep it's way in..... I didn't let it stop me! I am so grateful for the experience and opportunity. It was truly life changing and I've made a promise to myself to attend every year.
Sitting front row at shows and walking down the streets being among people who truly get it. I mean... truly get what style is. There wasn't an abundance of Fashion Nova, trendy outfits and fast fashions. It was about making style moments, creating looks that are eye catching and bold. There was a sense of freedom I felt that I've never been able to have on the streets of Atlanta. The culture, the food, the fashion everything about the experience was great! Oh and did I mention I slayed the scene in 90% thrifted attire??? Did I also mention my bag was 22 pounds overweight and I had to pay with blood from my first born son. Sheesh
I realize that I don't typically follow the fashion rules but I pushed the envelope a bit more than normal. Was I criticized??? Yep! Do I care??? AbsoFUCKINlutely not!
Yep you read that right. LOL I came up with the concept of this jacket and initially I was like "too far" But after thinking about it... who cares, it's just fashion. It's bold and it's fun!!
Now chile I'm telling you guys all of the good things but there were a few downfalls. I'm not sure my feet will ever be the same. Jesus Christ on a cracker. By the time I made it back home, my feet were swollen for a few days. My feet hurt so bad I considered a shitty kitty (kitten heel) Yes.. I NeShanta Davis considered wearing a kitten heel. And then reality set in and I kept it pushing. On day 2 after all of the walking my shoes stretched for some reason and it was like walking in stiletto flip flops. I was giving very much dude looks like a lady in heels. I had to stop at the nearest store (Zara) and buy a pair of oxfords.
I will say the most disappointing point in the trip was the thrifting. I was sooooooooooooooooooooo excited to rip through the racks of thrifted treasures. I just knew it was going to be the best thing ever! How sad was I when I walked away with a turtleneck. Now while I've been searching high and low for an olive green turtleneck, I thought the experience was going to be gag worthy. I thought I was going to have to ship shit back. Nah, I just tucked that thang in my purse and kept it moving. I'm sure there are better spots than the one I went to so I will check them out on my next trip.
Overall the experience was life changing. I went with my boo Julian from Kontrol Magazine and it worked out great. If you're like me then you know you can't travel with just anyone. We meshed well together and had the best time.
Check out a few pics below.
Custom jacket by me!!!!
His coat floor length and made completely out of hair.