Fashion Week: Day 7, pure decadence and the end is near.

At eleven last night I received an e-mail from my boss, with confirmation on the invite to Naeem Khan at 11 a.m. I added the show to my list, and threw away all chances of sleeping in today.In addition to the Naeem Khan show, I’d be viewing Rebecca Taylor, Custo Barcelona, and Reem Acra. I dressed for the day in my Cynthia Steefie dress that I purchased at Saks in July, paired with black tights and open toe Patten leather stilettos.My first show of the day, Naeem Khan, was absolutely magical. The garments were superb, and all of them were heavily beaded, feathered and textured by their embellishments. I pined after every piece. 

After, I went back to the lobby to wait for the Rebecca Taylor show, and in while in line spotted one of my new friends Claire. We both approached the check in line, and because I was checking in under my bosses name (which I have done for every show) they politely kicked me out. My name was on the list, but supposedly their PR company has something against someone else checking in. My boss was furious and called their company up to complain.

A little peeved, I parked myself on a sofa to wait for Reem Acra. Tons of notable people were in the lobby by then, including Stacy London from “What Not to Wear.” A girl sitting next to me was invited by Tyra Banksto go to all the shows, receive a make over, and then do a segment on the show talking about her experiences. Very cool.

Reem Acra was scheduled for 3 p.m. I was given a seat in the back row, but because the Promenade was so big I got to sit in the fourth row. Sophia Bush (the actress) was there and after the show, we pushed past each other in the crowd, she was dressed in a gold sequin dress.

The Reem Acra show was also full of decadent dressings. I noticed that my favorite model, Jessica Stam, was in both shows I’d seen that day.

It was 4 p.m. when Reem Acra finished, and I’d penciled in “lunch” on my schedule then. I walked to the corner to Pax, and a few models still in their make-up from the Reem Acra show came in and ate. I eavesdropped on a pair of girls beside me as they talked about the ballet.

“I didn’t like the first girl,” one of them said. “But Daniel was amazing.” I smiled to myself and wondered if they meant Daniel Ulbricht.

After lunch I was prepared for a long wait at the tents before the Custo Barcelona show. I made phone calls, jotted down notes, and scanned the crowd for Mike Rosenthal (who I spotted yesterday). I realized suddenly, as I looked at tomorrows show schedule, that Friday is the last day of Mercedes Benz Fashion Week. I became melancholy, but a text message from a friend cheered me up: possible NYCB tickets on Valentines Day next week.

After waiting 2 hours I pushed through the huge crowd waiting to check in at Custo Barcelona. I was given a standing seat, and waited for thirty minutes, only to not be admitted because the show was over capacity. I was upset that I’d wasted so much time only to be turned away.

I had too choices then: go home, or hang around and try to sneak into the Zac Posen show. I made a few phone calls and looked around for familiar faces. I happily spotted photographer Mike Rosenberg again, looking dashing in the crowd.

I only waited around for fifteen minutes before taking the bus home. My feet hurt so much I took my shoes off in my building elevator and hobbled to my front door.

Tonight on Bravo TV’s “Make me a Supermodel” they showed scenes from the R. Scott French show I attended early in the week. I flipped between that and NYC’s “Full Frontal Fashion” where they were showing the Terexov show. Tomorrow I should be pretty pensive and fragile. Expect a sad post about the end of the week.