Fashion fatigue

I just got back from New York Fashion Week…actually, I just went to one day of shows because I wasn’t cool enough to get invited to many. My reputation within the industry seems to be dwindling. Actually, I don’t think I had a “rep” to begin with…

It is kind of annoying going to shows. You go in, wait for about 20 minutes in this crowd of pushy people, many of them think they are better than everyone else. Then, you talk to a clipboard Nazi (well, some of them are nice) and then they give you a seating assignment, you get corralled into another holding area where you wait for another 15-20 minutes and then they finally let you into the tent where you wait another 15 minutes for the show to start. While doing so, people are canoodling and I just sit there eavesdropping on other people’s conversation and keep my eye out for celebs (I didn’t see many this season). If the show is earlier in the day, I am more social, but if it’s close to the day’s end, I am annoyed and I don’t want to deal with anyone. I have this straight-up asshole look on my face the whole time, mad doggin’ everyone. I think I have come to terms with my assholeness.

Then the show starts and I aggressively scribble down notes. After 10 minutes the show is over and you have to fight another crowd to go back into the lobby and then do it all over again.

It’s tiring. People shove. People act like it’s the end of the world if they don’t get into the show. In a word, it seems to test my patience every year and I think this year I failed.

Could it be that this is my last fashion week ever? Could it be that I am done with fashion just because of the so-called “biggest event in fashion?” Am I over fashion? Have I lost all passion and craving to see waify models strut down the runway while high-society types look on with superficial wonder?

Ugh. I’ll probably go again in February.