I don’t like dedicating too much prose to what I’m wearing because it seems a little empty. In reality, I most likely got up, got dressed, checked the weather, redressed, checked the mirror and dressed again. Then I went outside. Simple. And so it goes, Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Casual Friday. Less-is-more Saturday. Until Sunday, when I just skip dressing entirely.
That’s not to say I haven’t tried the traditional personal style blogging form. I have and you can check out my efforts here & here, for examples. However, as much as there is to say about how the weather affected my wardrobe choices, I’m not entirely convinced that any of you will find it interesting.
Nevertheless, Fashion Week isn’t just any week and usually a little more thought goes into choosing an outfit. PR companies will send gifts, for instance and designers will call you in to be fitted for their front row. With so much going on and many unspoken rules, there are faux pas-a-plenty – I once witnessed someone being asked to leave the audience of a show for wearing a rival designer – it was couture after all! So to give you a better insight to my fashion week wardrobe, the choices and the commitments, I’ll be posting my highlights right here on EMMAMILLER.COM.
This look? Cool, simple and perfect to enjoy the fall weather in New York – oops, see? I couldn’t help but talk about the weather. I matched my NBD cut-out dress with plimsoles, backpack and a denim jacket. I also added a choker – go me!
What with the worrying levels of narcissism in the world, I won’t ask what you think of my look, instead I’ll leave you with something a little more philosophical – did it really happen if you didn’t get a picture? Seriously, please. Someone. TELL ME.
Photography by Colby Blount.