Posts Tagged ‘NYC Designer’
Essence Street Style Awards
Posted on: September 21, 2015
(Fabulous +Plus Blogger Chante from Everything Curvy And Chic)
Essence Street Style Awards
NYFW: Part Two
September 13, 2015
Dumbo, Brooklyn
This is part two of my NYFW journey. So after being denied access to Rachel Zoe’s show, I took the subway (with my large baby blue tutu) to Dumbo, Brooklyn to the Essence Street Style Awards. I met up with some native Detroiters, met a buddy from Boston, my bestie Kait, and of course, I took some bomb street style photos. Check em’ out:
Preggers n’ Chic: she basically took three different concepts and smashed them together. And it worked.
Loving the different textures here.
Oh, hi there. I caught this fashionista in mid-convo.
I was immersed in so many turban looks.
Large shades, clutches, and kilts.
I can’t even tell you all the things I love about this ensemble. Just love!
Natural hair. Don’t care.
Basically, this pic was taken under my umbrella when the rain decided to pour down on us fashionistas. Kori is a local blogger from the D. She stays selfie ready.
I guess I did take over NYFW after all.
*Twerks*
Ha.
(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…
🙂
Beauty and the Muse 