The models aren’t the only stick-skinny girls at NY fashion week. Check out the fashionistas attending and you’d think everyone dieted all month for the event. Case in point: Olivia Palermo. The gorgeous doll of a girl was shockingly tiny as evidenced by her toothpick legs. I couldn’t help but feel like a big bear in my fur coat standing next to this tiny little thing.
Here’s our pic together before the Ports 1961 runway show inside the Bryant Park tents where Olivia’s arch nemesis, Whitney Port was getting ready to watch the same show.
Pictures do really add 10lbs. She looks skinnier in person!
Olivia later returned to model for Naomi Campbell’s “Fashion for Relief Haiti 2010″ show.
For all of you Olivia fans, here’s a photo montage.
Sure fashion week is frivolous but it is fun. It is my glorious chance to walk straight into the pages of a fashion magazine, sit near the editors I’ve followed in print, be within arms reach of the most famous models, offer real-time critiques straight off the runway and envelop myself in the glamour that is fashion. I’ve been accused of having some sort of deranged, fashion fixation.
I admit, I’m a bit obsessed. I adore clothes, accessories, and shoes (as evidenced by my floor-to-ceiling shoe closet and overflowing wardrobe). So obviously the sound of a full week dedicated to showcasing, honoring and previewing fashion sounds exciting to me. I enjoy the week full of eye candy and as an event planner, I’m completely mesmerized by the production value of each runway show. Moreover, I’m inspired and endlessly fascinated by the people who design, who style and who wear fashion well. And I find myself enthralled with the entire makeover process – the transformation of the hair, the makeup, the wardrobe not to mention the magic that goes into showing off that one awe-inspiring look.
Right now though, I find myself in constant search for ways to validate what could be seen as an unnatural passion. While “It’s my hobby” may alleviate the superficial undertones of my focus, it doesn’t quite encompass the way in which it is in actuality a necessary component of my life. While “I’m a visual person” is true, it doesn’t explain the focus on fashion. And while “it’s a girl-thing..you just don’t understand” sometimes works as my lazy way out of the discussion it never fully satisfies.
How do you legitimize YOUR passion for fashion? If you had to take out work from the explanation how might you explain yourself?
