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Friday, February 1, 2008

Oey Vay the Joy of Fashion Week

I did a whole lot more before 10am, than most people do in a day. I dragged my lazy ass out of bed at 6am, thought I had enough time to curl my hair, then decided, since it was raining out, not to bother, got on an extremely crowded train bound for NYC, dogged the 2 million people in Penn Station and proceeded to walk in the rain towards the Tents at Bryant Park. I like to think of myself being a lot more important in the fashion/journalism world than I actually am, I waltz right by the security guards, who I assume remember me from last season (um , hello! why wouldn't they?), and wait for my trusty PIC for the Fall 2008 fashion shows. There didn't seem to be a line for Nautica (the show to launch it all) so Blair and I sa-shayed our way up to the girls with the clipboards.

"I love your boots!" I squealed. She fell for it. HA. Actually I really did like her boots, and a compliment never hurt anyone. After she handed us our standing room passes, we made our way into the tent.

I personally love Nautica, I just can't really afford it. The nice-girl usher told us to take any available seats, and I grabbed 2...apparently I would be sitting in for Teresa Something from ELLE UK. Sweet, with a gift bag to boot.

The show started and beautiful boys, gazing there heavenly eyes towards the light...not the metaphoric light of heaven, but the light of the camera bulbs, which just blend into one blinding orb. The murmurs around my ELLE UK seat were that "they have seen this all before" "boring" "blah"--me on the other hand, trying not to squeal with delight was in my metaphoric heaven. The colors, fabrics and designs yes, they were typical Nautica but my whole philosophy is "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." However, velvet blazers, flannel and spandex seemed like a brave new addition to accentuate the collection.

The finale...let me tell you, was the best finale in fashion week history. Well, besides Betsey Johnson's finale for Spring 2008 with her political patterns and models bearing V O T E on their behinds. The male models...ALL came out with their shirts OFF. Swooooooon. One sported a Tiger tattoo that was ultra sexy, and others their perfect washboard abs.

Nautica had it all, cute boys, awesome designs and an umbrella as a parting gift on the way out. It worked like a charm in the monsoon that is now NYC. As I made my way back to the office, laptop, Coach bag, Nautica umbrella and my cell phone (b/c with a cell phone to your ear, you always look important) I stumbled into my building with the weight of all of the things I was carrying, I paused to look at the wall with all of businesses in the building and was shocked at the booming voice behind me.

"Where do you think you are going ladies???"

Excuse me Sir. I've been working here for 6 months, I say "Good morning!" to you everyday and you have the audacity to ask me where I think I am going? That's what I thought.

I am a big deal.