this is a photo Diary(ish) of a twenty-something year-old taking on seven days in new york city for fashion week, one hot minute a time. watch as she steps into a puddle of trash juice and denies the whole thing happened, then does a marylin monroe over subway fart in front of a gaggle of construction workers. it’s ok, she is proud about it all.
I can never go back, can i.
art direction SHINI PARK photography & styling TEAM PARK & CUBE supported by THE APARTMENT
, in collaboration with KURT GEIGER
Checked into an AirBnb in SoHo and got lost everytime I went out to get milk.
…so much that once I took a cab back from two blocks away.
As usual, the effect of New York to this European-to-the-core is that of whiplash, whatever medal I mentally award myself for packing semi-appropriately for the weather (contrary to the numerous occasions in the past in which I had completely missed the memo about either blood-stopping cold or biohazard heat). The minute you get in that Uber at JFK, it’s Keep your hands in at all times, and better secure those sunglasses because they will fly off on the next loop. If a New York minute is to Johnny Carson, the interval between a Manhattan traffic light turning green and the guy behind you honking his horn, to me it’s that (ever so slightly dejecting) micro-moment when the tax gets added onto a bill. One minute you have the exact change, the next minute you’re splitting your $100 note and getting a Robin Hood sack of change in coins. My point is, seven days in New York is but a blink of an eye, and at the end of it all, you’re just in sheer amazement of how much you managed to take in such beautiful grandness, smelly, screaming awesomeness, in that split second of a minute. Well here’s me trying to explain in photos.
And of course, it’s just too bad a London Minute is essentially the customer ahead of me in the Royal Mail Post Office checkout line, which means I’m looking forward to being in New York again in about TWO BILLION YEARS.
New York Fashion Week
Lest we (or I) forget the fact that we are in town for work
Sparkling probiotic drink
A little bit obsessed with layering a wrap-skirt over similar-coloured trousers these days!
Fell back in love with dresses at Zimmerman SS16
…and fell in love with multiple beautiful models at POLO Ralph Lauren
Speaking of falling, the models kept falling over at Opening Ceremony. On purpose, it turns out, and to one sick beat.
The Apartment as a base between the hustle and bustle…
Sometimes I look back and think, how did I even handle life during the Fashion weeks without the haven that is the Apartment
. Now, I haven’t explained much why I spend so much time at the Apartment, but it’s basically my second home away from my Airbnb home during Fashion Week, and voluntary self-spoil-station with manicures, plush sofas, food… Particularly loved gathering some of my favourite people during NYFW with the help of Boden
for brunch this season.
…and of course, stuffed my trap every moment of the way.
In the end, seven days in the city of dreams dashed by like a single New York minute