Beauty and the Muse

How I Crashed (Or Tried To) NYFW

Posted on: September 19, 2015


(Fan pic at Chanel’s Pop-Up Exhibit: Boyfriend Watch Launch)


Leah V. Daily Crashes NYFW

New York City

NYFW Headquarters

September 13, 2015


(Wilhelmina Model: Weston Serame @westonserame wearing the crown.)


As you all know, my blogger friends and I planned on doing a series on what we would wear to NYFW if we had a chance to go. Of course, I’d wear my tutu! I was on Instagram the next day and saw all my buddies at NYFW: posting selfies, street style, and clips from high-profile shows. At that very moment, I decided that I was actually going to fly to NY for the day and crash the Rachel Zoe show.

Here’s what happened…


(NYFW isn’t NYFW without the street style photograpers.)



(Fan pics with the crown and Coca-Cola)

I took the subway to Washington St. I then got lost. I hailed a cab. Got changed in the back of said cab. He dropped me off on the side of the building. I hopped out. Laid my tutu down. Threw on my crown and strutted into a barrage of hungry street photographers. They didn’t know my name, but they snapped. And snapped. And I posed and blew kisses. I even twirled. My time in the limelight was over once a ‘real’ celeb by. I was ok with that. I got my three seconds of fame. Ha.


(Fan pics: Nikki Minaj face. lol)

I got in line to the Rachel Zoe show as if I had an invite. I stood patiently, more pics were taken of me. Fashionistas stood beside me, in front of me, and in back. The doors opened. People began taking their invites out. I gulped. When it was my turn to go up. I explained to the chic gate-keepers dressed in all black. I told them I was a blogger from Detroit. I flew in just on the belief that I would get into the Rachel Zoe show.


(Dude’s face in the back: priceless)

The girls in black looked at me like I was crazy for wasting their precious time and politely said no. No ticket. No entry. I nodded and took the walk of shame out the opening. I fluffed my tutu and hailed a cab to NYFW Headquarters. I wouldn’t be defeated.


I stopped by Chanel’s Meet My Boyfriend (the watch’s name) Exhibit. And received all the fan love after I was just denied access to Rachel Zoe’s show. I felt better already.


(They offered me a customized Coca-Cola.)



(They even let me try on a very expensive, fancy, schmancy watch encrusted with diamonds.)



(A student photographer from Europe.)

After I left Chanel, I went across the street to NYFW Headquarters. Some of the people were a little snooty, but then I met this cool student and her friend (who took the pic).



(Chloe Schnell, designer)

I asked Chloe if I could capture her style, and then we started talking. She’s an indie designer living in NYC.


(Model: Maureen from Amsterdam. Her hair compliments my ensemble.)



(I got to see my good friend, Kait. Style is definitely on Mars.)

So that is half of my story of how I crashed (or tried to crash) NYFW in my tutu and crown!

The 2nd part of my journey will be posted soon.

The story doesn’t stop here…








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