New York Fashion Week has begun, and I will be experiencing it all from my computer, far from the city. I’d hoped that this would be the year that I finally made it happen. It had been my dream for some time now to, at the very least, be in the city for the September shows. But if I had my ideal trip, I would be watching my first runway show.
Looking up from my laptop, working my regular job in unglamorous clothes, it is very easy to envy the influencers. Those women who get tickets to shows along with fittings for the outfits they’d wear on the front row. It seems like a pleasant, easy life. But even though it looks like fun and fashion, I have to remember, “That’s work, too.”
Those fittings for designer outfits come in packed schedules of showings and meetings with brands. Those appearances require time in hair and makeup, not exploring the city. Their evenings are spent editing photos and videos for their social media posts and not parties. Or maybe they have a team doing that, but that means contracts and payroll. And I can’t imagine the pressure that comes from near constant scrutiny from others.
Don’t get me wrong; I still want to attend New York Fashion Week, or any of the other ones. I just won’t play the fool’s game of wishing I had someone else’s life. I will, however, continue wish for and work for the ideal life for me. I’m going to one day attend fashion week, on my own terms. I look forward to seeing how it will come to be.
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