Living the Dream

19 09 2008

Yes, I survived Fashion Week. (Barely.) My feet are still a little angry with me and have refused to wear heels since Saturday, but they are gearing up for Saturday, when the fabulous Liz, my Buenos Aires friend comes from London. I am still getting over the cold I acquired and I have finally found the floor in my room.

But don’t feel sorry for me. I certainly don’t. Fashion Week was rough, but absolutely amazing too. I met some great people, made a new friend, saw some gorgeous clothes, and wrote a lot. I also got to have my photo taken with Tyson Beckford and spoke to  J. Alexander from America’s Next Top Model.

But here is the best part of all. Every day at Fashion Week I watched photographers get women up onto the runway and photograph their outfits. I vied with people for views of these women, thinking they were famous, only to find out that they weren’t. The photographers just wanted to capture their outfits. And their outfits were generally fabulous. And enviable.

Come Thursday, I was walking out of the tent, clad in my very favorite Club Monaco (which is not terribly Fashion Week) skirt with the drop waist, and a giant bag containing my laptop, totally out of it and on my way to another show, when a phtographer stops me. He wanted a photo of my outfit. My outfit. I was stunned. And quite not a little thrilled. And so shocked I forgot to ask who he was with. Oops. So there is a photo floating around somewhere of me in my new favorite outfit. Oh well, still exciting. (But don’t mention it to the gold stilettos. They are still seething that they were not along.)

And here, since I don’t have that photo, Tyson:

With new friends, and prettiness.

With new friends, and prettiness.





Shameless Self-Promotion: Happy Feet!

9 09 2008

Or, rather, make that Happy Shoes. My feet, on the other hand, may never be the same. But it’s all in the name of fashion.

(Enter Shameless Self Promotion…)

The gold stilettos are officially in heaven. And I’m blissfully happy (though insanely sleep-deprived) too! We’ve both gotten to attend one of New York’s coolest and most hyped events: Fashion Week. That’s right: yours truly is covering Fashion Week for Timeout New York! Huge, huge deal.

I started attending shows on Wednesday and am officially fascinated. It’s a whole other world, with great people watching, lots of lusting after gorgeous clothes, and very little sleep. But I’ll take it. I will post more thoughts later, but now that’s all the time I have. I will, of course, implore you to read about the shows, here.





Hair

6 09 2008

This is a belated PSA for anyone in New York this week with some time to spare. Every summer thousands of New Yorkers engage in a ritual: they see free shows. But first, they camp out for hours at a time to secure tickets for said shows. The name of the “ritual” is Shakspeare in the Park but this year there is a slight diversion. Instead of the bard, New Yorkers are seeing a lively rendition of Hair.

Last week, I got up at 5 am and headed to the Delacourt Theater with a giant coffee to camp out until the box office started passing out tickets at 1 pm. Before you start groaning, I have two things to say: 1) the line is all part of the fun. It’s there that you meet the colorful cast of characters also crazy enough to wait around for free tickets. Plus, there is something oddly freeing about a person telling you that you must sit in the sun and not leave your spot for six hours. 2) The show is well worth it. For one thing, it’s simply grand to sit outside and watch a great show. But Hair is energetic and beautifully done. Masterful light work brings the psychadelic era to life, and the cast is not only talented but fun. It’s clear they enjoy what they’re doing, and they make others enjoy it as well.

And (now for the soapbox part) it’s topical. We may not spout free love or hold be-ins anymore, but we’re still at war. Seeing this great show and talking to the passionate people around me (this was after Palin’s speech so many were up in arms) made me both proud to live where I do and ashamed at the lethargy of my generation. But enough preaching: go see Hair! (And hurry: it closes this weekend.)





WOW

2 09 2008

I have been remiss in blogging these past few weeks. And a few folks (though mostly my mother) have called me out on it. But I’m coming back around. These past few weeks have proved not a little insane, so there’s my excuse. What have I been doing? Well, here is a list of some of the highlights that have kept me from blogging:

  1. Writing. I’ve become somewhat prolific, writing weekly food bits for Maria Liberati, as well as some pieces that will appear in CBS Watch! Magazine. Woohoo!
  2. Writing. On top of actual work I’ve gotten, I’ve joined a writing group. Hello novel, or at least step one of a novel, which is actually starting it.
  3. Reading. Yes, I have actually gotten back to reading. These days I’m obsessed with If on a winter’s night a traveler, a book I’ve started several times before. It was actually the reason I discovered Italo Calvino but for some reason I read other books and never that one. Anyhow, it is brilliant and tough and absolutely gorgeous. And its philosophy on reading and the making of books is oh-so-reminiscent of all those literary theorists with whom I am infatuated.
  4. Interviewing. When it rains it pours. I’ve been on many interviews recently, ranging from The New Yorker (!) to some e-learning company where it turned out they wanted me to promote psychic courses. (Yikes.) I’d say the New Yorker was the highlight, even though it was a long shot.
  5. Getting a job. I’m now going to be a tutor at the Harlem Children’s Zone, a phenomenal organization, a great way to give back, and the ideal way for me to combine my two loves: teaching literature and writing.
  6. Planning a literary festival. Oh yes. That. It will be a post in itself, but for now, suffice to say that I’m bringing Litquake, San Francisco’s great literary festival, to New York. For one phenomenal night. (Mark September 27 on your calendars New Yorkers!)

And those are just a few of the things I’ve been doing instead of blogging. Sleep? What’s that?