"love @ManRepeller 's answer to 'Do you pre-plan your outfits for Fashion Week' - 'No (yes)'... anyone that says no seriously is lying a bit."
(Tweeted by Jennifer the Style Crusader, 4 February, 7:31 P.M.)
Some of you reading this have a fashion week coming up, perhaps in NY, Paris, London, Milan.. perhaps your first, perhaps not. Or maybe you live nowhere near one of these cities but you still have thoughts in your head of 'what would I wear to fashion week IF I WENT.' It's like with the Oscars: I've done some screenwriting, and I hope to do some more, and I hope someday something I write will actually get made, and then if I get that far in my thinking a cold feeling of dread runs up my spine when I realise I don't know what I would wear. And if anyone wants to get REALLY paralysed with fear: I love coming home to the States and watching American TV, and last night I discovered something called 'Fashion Police' hosted by Joan Rivers. It was brilliant, but it made me thank my lucky stars I'm not a celebrity: they just ripped those poor girls to shreds.
My first fashion week, I didn't know anyone, no one knew me, and I don't even remember what I wore. Oh yes, one day I wore my Topshop sequin motorcycle jacket that anyone who followed my blog when I started back in the spring of 2009 knew I never shut up about until I finally bought it, and which freakily I cannot now find one shot of me in (I've since seen shots of our First Lady Prime Minister, Sam Cam, in same jacket) but really, it's true that women dress for other women. And let's face it, back then no one knew me: I was just a human tripod, taking pictures. But by my third one, last September, it did hurt when I arrived on the first day with my lovely darling sweet friend Natayla and a proper papp photographer came running up to us with that smile like he's about to ask to take our photo and he yanked her aside to shoot her in her Missoni top. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I didn't feel a twinge of hurt.
So by the last day, I finally decided I didn't give a toss what I wore, because NO ONE EVER SHOOTS ME ANYWAY. And that felt like a huge relief.
I think Anna Della Russo did a post a while ago on what to wear to fashion week (I haven't seen it, but I loved her guide to what to wear to Christmas parties) so as homage to the great lady, I'm presenting mine for you, if getting papped is your idea of a good time:
• if you want to get photographed, wear something outrageous or, as Jen just tweeted:
• "we give them more colours they take more pictures of us." (i.e., go for brights)
• wear outrageous shoes
• carry a big bag to hold the COMFORTABLE shoes
• when in doubt, do something insane with your hair
But really: if you want to ENJOY fashion week, turn the focus outwards. Forget about what you're wearing, wear your 'uniform': the clothing you throw on when you don't know what to wear. Dress not for other women, or your boyfriend or husband or other men, and certainly don't dress in the hope that someone will take your picture. Instead: Become the camera, eyes on the circus. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.