There are few things I love more than going out to New York for the Spring/Summer shows. September is definitely a more enjoyable time to be there than February, although let’s be honest, it’s a hell of a lot of fun then too. Of course the fact it’s rather less likely to be minus 10 and blizzardy is a factor but the real reason I adore the SS shows is because as my autumn term doesn’t start until October (thank you Central Saint Martins) I always come out a few days earlier than strictly necessary. These days are rarely spent doing anything more productive than eating, drinking, shopping and wandering around the city in a sort of blissed out trance, stopping at every other Starbucks to use the wifi, but this in my opinion is perfection. Over the past couple of days I’ve definitely done more than my fair share of wandering but in between the many coffee stops, J.crew splurges, cupcake purchases (cronuts will never take their place in my heart) and cocktail sampling sessions I’ve managed to fit in a few things that could just about justifiably be called “work”. Well, as much as spending ten days prancing from show to party to after party can be anyway.
On my first morning in NYC jet lag awoke me at 3am. Kind of annoying, seeing people returning from a night on the tiles while eating breakfast always is. But this obscenely early start meant I could plough through the many, many emails London had sent my way during the night with a full day for Manhattan mincing ahead of me. What did I do? Well, what does any sartorially obsessed person do when unleashed in New York… I shopped! J.Crew, Kate Spade, Club Monaco, Coach… Brands that I can easily get my hands on back home but just feel “right” to buy here. Having officially bankrupted myself by the afternoon and gone for a very leisurely lunch with a few NY pals (further adding to the whole bankruptcy thing) I headed back to my boudoir to prepare for the first evening of NYFW celebrations. As far as I’m concerned, no city parties quite like The Big Apple (more on that later) so I was obviously super excited to hit the town with my stateside partner in crime, Michael Shane who you might remember from this Summer’s trip to Paris.
Our night kicked off at The Butterfly, an adorable cocktail bar in Tribeca, where Erin Fetherstone was holding a soirée to showcase her SS14 collection.
Erin is definitely my kind of designer. Besides being incredibly talented the Californian blonde is also drop deap gorgeous, utterly charming and the embodiment of her brand. Her recent nuptials to Cobra Starship’s Gabe Saporta (jealous much?) made the cover of Martha Stewart Weddings September issue. Naturally she designed the dress herself. Yep, major life envy. After a drink and a spot of mingling we made our way up whitewashed wooden stairs to a candle scented room filled with Erin’s SS14 creations. The collection itself was every girly girls fantasy. Creamy whites, giupure lace and organza embroideries; enough to make me forget all thoughts of minimalism or sweatshirt wearing hipness and want to frolic through fields draped in delicate ruffles.
Having thoroughly ogled the looks and congratulated Erin on her general awesomeness (girl crush alert!) we decided it was time to grab a bite before one or both of us fell foul of drinking on an empty stomach. Being in Tribeca there was no shortage of dining options. Actually scratch that, being in New York full stop. You can barely bloody move here without being tempted in to a chic eaterie… Or a boutique full of buy-me-now things, basically it’s lethal for the old bank balance. With another event on our schedule we decided to go for the first place we spotted which, as luck would have it, turned out to be Walkers. With a decor that fell somewhere between traditional pub, old school brasserie and laid back downtown hotspot I suspected we were on to a winner and the second our food arrived (very promptly I might add) my inkling was confirmed, and then some. Michael and I both went for the Grilled Yellowfin Tuna Nicoise over Field Greens which doesn’t sound that exciting but was nothing short of a gastronomic triumph. Think giant medley of succulent veg, olives and egg topped by a fresh tuna steak, browned on the outside and rare inside, utterly delicious.
Appetites sufficiently sated we leapt in the nearest cab and headed to the West Village for the LPD x Jessica Stam party at hotter-than-hot fash bash venue, the Jane Hotel. The rest of the evening passed in a flash of fun, friends and tequila cocktails (not sure whether serving these as the only free drink option is genius or pure, hangover inducing evil, what do you reckon?) before tottering home. With a cheeky pitstop at the Little Cupcake Bakeshop on Prince Street, naturally.
Love Ella. X
Ps) I know this turned into more of an essay than a “postcard” but that would make for a far less catchy, if rather more accurate title.