When most people hear the word: Fashion Week.
They are filled with waves of curiosity of a world they will never truly understand. The Fashion World.
Of course, I am talking about people who don’t go to Fashion Week and have never been to Fashion Week.
Sometimes, I forget that I am living in the concept of ‘the dream,’ because when you see anything through your own eyes, it’s never as good as you thought it would be.
The grass is ALWAYS greener. We, as humans, will always want: AND what we want is MORE.
I can talk all day about how superficial Fashion Week is, and sound like a spoiled girl taking rare experiences for granted. I’m not going to do that. I’ve wanted to write about New York Fashion Week every time a season comes around, but I never have because I didn’t want to seem like the girl I wrote about above. BUT there is a reason why I dread NYFW and going to Fashion Shows, a lot of the time I can’t even relate to the dreadfulness I feel. I get to go and experience NYFW like a pro. Backstage, celebrities, models, fashion designers, everything. Yet, I find myself here. Skipping shows and opportunities to meet Cara Delevingne simply because it’s not worth feeling so fucking invisible.
Here I am, wearing my best outfit. Having spent several hours of preparation to look ‘the part.’ I am unsure as to why I even bother but I will tell you this. Dressers at FW want to be noticed, want to be photographed, want to be stared at, and most of all, want to be admired. Of course, this can only happen from afar. This concept of admiration is practiced by everyone attending Fashion Week and a lot of the time, I feel the people who go to the shows don’t even care about the designer or the clothes. They want to be seen and noticed as someone ‘good enough’ to get invited to fashion week.
Would you go? If there were no cameras? No actual proof that you even attended? How many people go just to get their picture taken? Along with having the ‘valuable' words of, “I got to go to NYFW.” How many uninvited guests stand in front of Lincoln Center pretending to be going or coming back from a show? - a lot
I think it’s phony, really really phony. It makes the concept of LA being fake seem like a complete lie. Fashion Week is full of fakes and since Lincoln Center is filled with them, I don’t like to go. Yes, Milk is the new cool spot, Pier 59 has a relaxed and chill vibe, I am not hating on the entire concept here. I am beefing with the concept that fashion week makes some people feel better than others, and even I have been guilty of this. How could you not feel inferior to some friend of yours in the middle of Minnesota idolizing you because you get to fly to New York just to attend Fashion Week?
There it is, all on the table. It’s raw, sensitive and bare naked. I don’t want to feel like I am better than everyone else and I don’t want to feel like others are better than me. I don’t want MORE, I want IT. Perhaps, you can attend going to FW and not feel these things, but like many 20-somethings fresh out of college. We are all insecure about everything we do, like walking next to a ticking bomb. We want to run, but if we run we will set the bomb off and fail. So we take our time, trying to be quiet and sound while simultaneously trying to stand out.
- Aysha Banos
Photo by Nikki Bulman