Sinners & Saynt : Is it to Early to be Tired of New York Fashion Week?

Tomorrow morning starts the hubbub of the greatest holiday of the year for any lucky blogger with enough page views to get a coveted invite (or the occasional seat assignment). Call me jaded or a little seasoned, but after two years of hitting the shows of Bryant Park and the dozens of shows out side the tents, I’m feeling a bit, well, overloaded. Lately, me and New York Fashion Week have been having a little tiff, a love - hate relationship in which one second I’m overjoyed and the next, well let’s just say sleeping in sounds like a better idea. I’m suddenly feeling like Marc Jacobs circa September 07, wondering is this bullsh*t really worth it?

First, of all there’s the anticipation of waiting for the invites. We at Fashion Indie haven’t gotten to the point where we are smart enough to make better relationships with PR firms, plus a bunch of them seem to not get how special we are a.k.a. they don’t know what we do, how we do it, or how big we actually are (we’re in shock sometimes when we start to think about it). So we sometimes spend way too long waiting for invites and being slightly surprised when they come flooding in which causes scheduling conflicts up the wazoo! (thank god this year we have an editor in charge of this.

Second, it’s all the RSVP’s and rechecks, the door people, the lines. It’s all kind of annoying after your first time. Yes, you feel fabulous, but at what price?  A price you don’t want to pay after a year or two.

Thirdly, the people. No offense to those who are really genuine and not total jerks, but a crap load of so called fashionistas think they are Gods gift to couture, when in truth they’re only lame television hosts on channels that no one really watches or cares for.  And believe me their attitudes register a quick 180 when they find out you’re “important” (also see, capable of hiring them).  The ridiculous thing is that most of these elitist think this is the way to act, as if behaving like a mannerless fool is some sort of unspoken code for “yeah, we’re one of the cool kids now”.

In the end, while fashion week has become more of a job than a joy for me, I can’t knock the fun I get out of sharing it with others. It’s Rebecca, our new editors first official fashion week and all our new writers are chock-full of excitement for the idea that they’ll be stepping into the tents in a few short hours. So maybe I’m a cynic, or have been given the chance of a life-time and haven’t seen the silver lining yet, but I think this year, fashion week is over before it’s begun.

Of course, don’t expect me to through my hat in just yet, the after-parties are to die for!!!