Day three of fashion week is over and I am going to need a lot more than free rum drinks and sugar free cupcakes to pull me through the next five days.
Our day kicked off with the 11 a.m. Tracy Reese Show, where we were “replaced” from our section B seats to the dreaded section E—which is way up front near the entrance to the catwalk. So, being the bold Budget Fashionista that I am, I picked up my goody bag and move to my original seats in the 4th row of section B.
You might ask yourself, why should I care? Well at Fashion Week, seat assignments are everything. Where you are seated indicates your level of importance in the industry. Here is our guide to seating assignments.
Front Row—Celebrities, high level editors (Editors in Chief, Managing Editors, Creative Directors, etc.) of major publications—New York Times, Vogue, etc., buyers from Neiman & Saks, Rich Mommies and their children (yes, a three-year-old had better seats than me) and high level wanna-bes who were bold enough to steal someone else’s seat.
Second and Third Row—Middle level editors at high level magazines, High level editors at middle level magazines (Marie Claire, Lucky, etc.), friends and family of the publicists, buyers at middle level stores and boutiques,
Fourth and Last Row—High level editors at up and coming publications, trendsetters, people smart enough to grab an empty seat, people at the edge of cool, and web people like me.
Standing– Small Shows—People who scammed there way in, folks whose coolness level is undetermined, and web journalists. Large Shows—All of the above, plus people who were “re-placed” from their seats by the show’s PR firm for someone “cooler”.
Reese’s line was a breath of fresh air in a midst of ugly muted colors. If you haven’t heard of this designer, you must head directly to her site and view her collection of feminine glam clothes. The girl isn’t afraid of a little color and mixing bold magenta and teal with rich, textured fabrics like velvet, waffled wool, and stunning brocade. Elaborately sequined dropped waist silk dresses, made me think of flappers in the 20’s stomping at the Savoy. Celebs came out in full force—Mary-Kate Olson (the healthy one) was there sans her sister, as well as a slew of pseudo celebs and rich mommies.
It took us longer to exit Reese’s show than the actually show itself. Already annoyed, we headed to the line for the David Rodriguez show. Everyone who has standing invites have to wait in line for like 30 minutes for no other reason than to build up hype for the show. It is sort like waiting in line to get into a club and once you get inside, finding out there is only five people inside the joint.
What is quite amusing is the number of folks who try to be as self important as possible, while they are waiting in line. Some try to bud ahead, stating that they are press (almost everyone is press) or try to be as cool as possible (Hermes bag, pointed Wicked Witch of the East shoes, and some dead animal on their back), so that maybe the PR company will think they are someone important. The fact is that they are just as “unimportant” as everyone else standing in line.
After the David Rodriguez show, which was nothing but a knock off of Ralph Lauren’s Fall 2004 line, we headed to the Y& Kei show.. The goodie bag was cool (mascara from MAC) and I sat right across from Carmen Electra, who was chumming with stylist Phillip Bloch. The general theme from the show was fur collars are a must and grey is the way.
P.S. We just put up the beta site for The Budget Manista. We won’t start publicizing the site until June, but take a look and send me your comments.