I've been excited about this Betsey Johnson show ever since I found out about it (and got a press pass) a month ago. So excited that I somehow got it into my head that it was yesterday, not today. Yup, that was interesting. Going through the rain in really painful flats, getting there dry but slightly out of breath...and walking into some sort of arts awards ceremony/reception (I thought it seemed a little to tame for Betsey Johnson...). Whoops.
Today it was far more festive at the Cyclorama, Boston Center for the Arts. First off, I hate to make the comparison, but I felt like I was at a more commercial, less posh (but still posh) version of the pink party in last season's Gossip Girl. Of course, I wasn't one of Them, a special Upper East Side trust fund baby. Rather, more like a Brooklynite (albeit a far less cool one).
Speaking of fitting in, here's a word about fashion at fashion shows. (Based off my one experience, haha). Seriously, unless you want to be Seen, and want to actually take pictures with your besties there and try to take a picture with Betsey just to show how awesome and posh you are, you don't have to dress up ridiculously. And if you are one of those press people, then just wear whatever is most comfortable. People will ignore you anyway. I know it pains our fragile egos to think that, but it's true. I wore black skinny jeans, black boots, a silky t-shirt type top, short leather jacket, and black and white polka dot/leopard dots scarf. I ditched my cutesy little jumpsuit in favor of a-little-better-looking-than-everyday-comfort (the jumpsuit's fine, but the shoes are not), and didn't regret it a bit. Of course, men are safest with a blazer etc. Unless you are the type to go in drag (yes, there was one of those).
Once I was there, I forgot about all my fashion dilemmas and began to focus on my camera. Yes, intelligent me has not used this new fancy schmantzy camera enough to have it completely mastered, and it took me a while to figure out how to switch between different modes.
So there I was, looking ridiculous as I started messing with the buttons on my camera. It got worse when the show started. I totally didn't realize that the runway would be THAT bright, so I had to change modes again, several times, during the show (all while standing on tiptoe behind a crowd of other media people).
It was during this time, and after I got into the rhythm of CALM DOWN, STOP PRESSING DOWN THAT SHUTTER BUTTON LIKE AN IDIOT BEFORE THE MODEL IS AT THE END OF RUNWAY that I realized that a fashion show looks much different through the lens of a camera. You watch the models come down the runway through your little digital screen, then you wait for them to get to the right place so you can snap the picture, put your camera down and rest your arms for a few seconds. Only then can you see the runway with your naked eye, so to speak, and see that the models are so much closer than they were when you had your camera up, and notice all the little details that you missed on the screen.
To clear things up, my press pass was not for this blog (I'm not cool enough for that yet, probably). I promise that I did actually take some really good pictures, I just can't put them up here.