Our host is on the road again this week, so I’ve only time for a short little post. As it turns out, though, NY Fashion Week was rather low-key this year, so I needn’t go on at length. Here’s a brief glimpse at our fashion forays:
Wednesday, February 10: We arrived at fashion week and walked the first of many red carpets into the event. J insisted on taking his new teacup pig to the opening events, on a glitter leash, and I must say Earl Pink made quite the splash. We’ve quite the reputation at this point for doing eccentric rich-people things, but with children and charm. In fact, one blogger has dubbed us the First Family of Fashion. I suppose one must concede to ridiculous titles where required.
Thursday, February 11: I walked for Herschel, whose line of suits this season truly soared. All Edwardian, as per usual, but with a great deal of country flair this time in rich red tweeds and plaids.
Friday, February 12: Meetings. All bloody day. Marcus was approached by commercial developers from ghost Egypt. They’ve requested he open his second African store (the first being in Cape Town) and commissioned a few new Egyptian/Roman pieces from him. Fleur and John saw to JS business interests in Europe. I spent my afternoon with Danny networking with models and gauging interest for my services as a London-based runway coach (interest is high). And Mira had tea with Oscar de la Renta, acting as the charming face of his line. J spent the day with Lucas, vascillating between Marc and I, cradling Earl Pink (who also wears faerie wings), and being quite adorable.
I walked for Georgie in the early evening, and then went on a bar crawl with Richard and the cavalier crew to show off his line in lieu of a runway appearance. The man never does anything formally when he can do things with foppery. Not that I’m complaining…
Saturday, February 13: For the first time ever, Mira and I were scheduled at near simultaneous runway shows, and on opposite sides of the fashion events. Marcus and I fought for a different time to no avail. So, we checked Mira into her event with Lucas and Fleur (and J, to hold her hand backstage). Blinked across the city to begin our runway. Blinked back for a hot second to see Mira’s opening walk (with her kitten, Cozy, on her shoulder). Popped back over to finish our show. Disappeared again to watch Mira’s final walk with all the fetching looks, leaving Danny and poor, puritan John to handle the first rush of post-JS show interviews. And then finally settled in at our after party for cocktails and conversation, occasionally spiriting away to check on Mira and J, who were tucked beside Oscar and Fleur, respectively. The children were so very good for everyone, but Marcus and I were both heartbroken at giving them up for the evening. It might mean taking a less coveted runway time slot or stage, in the future, but we’re never going to finagle things this way again.
Sunday, February 14: Lunches, followed by our closing ceremonies. Herschel won a very much deserved afterlifetime achievement award–he’s been designing suits for 100 years–and he was oh so shy and sweet as he accepted the accolade. The man really is a darling. And the Junius-Smith’s, having made out like bandits in the Spring and Fall of last year, happily cheered on our mates and well-respected acquaintances as they picked up the other awards.
And that’s about it! Rather exhausting, but managed with success. I am looking forward to the Fall where Marcus will debut his first haute-couture line along with his usual runway, where Fleur and I will put forward our women’s line, and where Marie shall be back on scene. (She boycotts American events in accordance with her French Revolutionary experience. Rather feels they should have sent a ship to aid her Queen.)
Our next big event? Marc and I are celebrating our five-year wedding anniversary on March 19, and of course I’ll tell all about those plans in my next post. Fabulous to be sure.