Top 10 Fashion Week Annoyances— Guest post by fashion mag editor Anna B!
Editor’s note: I met Anna B. when we both worked at the Gap a million years ago. Since then, her taste in fashion has only become more expert and refined, whereas I continue embarrassing her at brunch dates with t-shirts I’ve owned since the 8th grade. Yep. Enjoy this NYC Fashion Week rant from my favorite disgruntled magazine star!
It’s that time of year again— when seasons start to click, tents pop up in Bryant Park, and hundreds of skinny 20-somethings attempt to prance around in shoes that cost more then most studio apartments.
Unfortunately, I am one of them. My job— Assistant Fashion Editor at a women’s magazine— grants me access to the hottest New York Fashion Week shows. It sounds glamorous, but after a day of running around, you might begin to think differently.
Everyone gets so run-down with back-to-back scheduling that any number of annoyances could push them over the edge. So, for any of you who have ever wanted to run past the balding security guards and into the tents, here is your inside look— my top 10 most obnoxious things about Fashion Week:
- Introducing myself to the same people at every show. I just sat next to you at Lacoste— you forgot who I am in 20 minutes?
- Fur protesters causing a commotion at Spring shows. Hello, summer clothing = NO fur!
- Venues with stairs. You try teetering down 8 flights of stairs in 4 inch heels!
- Getting kicked out of your seat for a celeb. Nothing’s more embarrassing than relocating from front row to 3rd for Howard Stern.
- Goodie bag snatchers. It’s tacky— don’t do it! The stuff inside is usually crap anyway, although I did get a Nintendo DS…
- Being the only magazine in which it takes a hurricane to get car service. While everyone else steps out of cars looking fresh, I’m sweaty and blistered from running around the subway.
Above: Claire Danes, a drag queen, and Jada Pinkett Smith front row at Zac Posen - Being treated like a herd of cattle. Next on Dancing with the Stars: the Balenciaga Shuffle, which entails trying not to fall on the slippery runway en route to the next show, all while being herded by security in a Lassie-like fashion.
- People who leave seating assignments on my work voicemail, when I expressly requested an email or call on my cell. I’m on my way to your show on 11th Ave.— clearly I’m not at my desk, dummy!
- PR people emailing my boss to check on RSVP status when I sent it in days ago. Don’t make me look bad because you can’t get your act together. I’ll resend the original RSVP and cc my boss, and you’ll never look smart again.
- Hearing the phrase, “Tell them Vogue is here, and Vogue doesn’t wait” one too many times. I’m sorry you’re starving and have to pee like the rest of us, but your private showing is making our wait even longer!
Click here for the official Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week site. And to contact Anna, e-mail her at ababoval@gmail.com.






