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This year I’ve had the pleasure of attending the backstage mob-scene that is New York Fashion Week to cover beauty and hair trends—since I’m oh-so-glamorous, obviously. It’s been absolutely insane in a ‘holy shiz I’ve drank way too much Red Bull but am having the time of my life’ kind of way (though I’m excited to crawl into a cocoon and not emerge for days when the madness is over), and my experiences have been quite interesting, to say the least. From fighting my way through hoards of photographers and bloggers to snap final look images to convincing security guards I’m the most important publicist they have and ever will meet to get access to shows (sorry not sorry?), this has been a wild ride, to say the least.
Here are some of my fave moments/realizations:
Models eat. Yup. They do. Loads of carbs, in fact. And their waists are still the size of my ankles. These creatures are in fact genetically blessed.
The Sh*t Fashion Girls Say video is dead on. And no matter who you are what you’re doing there, if you’re working at Fashion Week, you will literally have no life until it’s over. I partially hate myself for saying it, but it’s true. 
The Winklevoss twins are REALLY tall. And they don’t like dancing. At least they didn’t seem to when I ran into them at the Electric Room for the Prabal Gurung after party. This is me looking like a total poser with my actually-fashionable roommate. 
Exercise is better than coffee. After swearing to myself that I would yet-again cut myself off from coffee (and stick to it this time), I’ve found myself basically swimming in a bathtub of caffeine. Come Thursday I will be done…again…maybe. But what I DID discover is that hitting the gym at 11pm is better than having a hundredth Red Eye. My best ideas have come from taking a break from my tape recorders and laptop and hitting the pavement (or treadmill). Takeaway: make time for exercise, no matter how busy you are.
The fashion scene lives up to it’s reputation. Day one I was in total shock by how nice and accommodating everyone was. Day two I could sense the energy waining and the fight for the interview was getting heated. Day three, coughs and sniffles were abundant, the excitement had died down, and photographers were in aggression mode, ready to knock you over to steal your angle and snap 500 more shots. Needless to say, I am exhausted, and will be ready for a hug come Thursday (any takers?). This is not to say I haven’t met wonderful people…I have. The world of beauty bloggers continues to amaze and surprise me, and I’ve come in contact with PR ladies who are true gems. 
If you want to follow my crazy lil journey, check out these links. I’ll do my best to keep you posted on the battle of me vs. fashion week—the good, the bad and the ugly.
Makeup.com’s Tumblr for Instragram pics
Behind-the-scenes slideshows (Day 1, Day 2 and Day 3)
Trend pieces, etc.
See you post-recovery.

This year I’ve had the pleasure of attending the backstage mob-scene that is New York Fashion Week to cover beauty and hair trends—since I’m oh-so-glamorous, obviously. It’s been absolutely insane in a ‘holy shiz I’ve drank way too much Red Bull but am having the time of my life’ kind of way (though I’m excited to crawl into a cocoon and not emerge for days when the madness is over), and my experiences have been quite interesting, to say the least. From fighting my way through hoards of photographers and bloggers to snap final look images to convincing security guards I’m the most important publicist they have and ever will meet to get access to shows (sorry not sorry?), this has been a wild ride, to say the least.

Here are some of my fave moments/realizations:

Models eat. Yup. They do. Loads of carbs, in fact. And their waists are still the size of my ankles. These creatures are in fact genetically blessed.

The Sh*t Fashion Girls Say video is dead on. And no matter who you are what you’re doing there, if you’re working at Fashion Week, you will literally have no life until it’s over. I partially hate myself for saying it, but it’s true. 

The Winklevoss twins are REALLY tall. And they don’t like dancing. At least they didn’t seem to when I ran into them at the Electric Room for the Prabal Gurung after party. This is me looking like a total poser with my actually-fashionable roommate. 

Exercise is better than coffee. After swearing to myself that I would yet-again cut myself off from coffee (and stick to it this time), I’ve found myself basically swimming in a bathtub of caffeine. Come Thursday I will be done…again…maybe. But what I DID discover is that hitting the gym at 11pm is better than having a hundredth Red Eye. My best ideas have come from taking a break from my tape recorders and laptop and hitting the pavement (or treadmill). Takeaway: make time for exercise, no matter how busy you are.

The fashion scene lives up to it’s reputation. Day one I was in total shock by how nice and accommodating everyone was. Day two I could sense the energy waining and the fight for the interview was getting heated. Day three, coughs and sniffles were abundant, the excitement had died down, and photographers were in aggression mode, ready to knock you over to steal your angle and snap 500 more shots. Needless to say, I am exhausted, and will be ready for a hug come Thursday (any takers?). This is not to say I haven’t met wonderful people…I have. The world of beauty bloggers continues to amaze and surprise me, and I’ve come in contact with PR ladies who are true gems. 

If you want to follow my crazy lil journey, check out these links. I’ll do my best to keep you posted on the battle of me vs. fashion week—the good, the bad and the ugly.

See you post-recovery.