Finally exited bed after waking up at 7am to some lovely Brooklyn ambiance. We love a Bushwick queen.
Breakfast FIRST. I had oatmeal because it is the perfect food. This isn’t a hot take, but just a pure fact.
11:00 – 12:00 PM:
I am getting ready very very v e r y slowly, because I have no class and therefore what feels like infinite time. What is the look I am constructing on my face and why am I not documenting it? You’ll see >:) (This is a teaser btw)
Taking the Super Reliable MTA™ to the Lower East Side for Collina Strada. Carrying my usual 20 pounds of sh*t, because I’ve always wanted an even more severe case of my 7th grade scoliosis. Low-key problematic jokes aside, my bag STAYS heavy and I stay…in it ;-)
Waiting outside Collina Strada FW19 and making friends with fellow bloggers/“creatives” (whatever THAT means) in the industry! Took some lovely streetwear photos, and blocked traffic to take those lovely streetwear photos. PC @richardcadrouce.
Collina Strada FW19 show. Was incredibly pleasantly surprised to see my internet friend and personal pal of former Editor Tia, Paris (@parieantoinette) opening! Lots of ideological thoughts swimming after this show: mainly of the “lewk” aspect that was applied to environmentalism in a fashion-y space filled with umpteen people flaunting their consumption (myself included). Guiding question: is this fashion’s job? should it be? and how might this dialogue happen differently with an awareness of neoliberalism under the veil of design?
I walked to Planned Parenthood to call an Uber to a casting with my agency, Wespeak NYC (@wespeakny). While waiting I asked some lovely volunteers over at PP to document my tonala brown cowthey/them lewk, which is currently up on our Instagram!
2:17 PM EXACTLY:
I arrived at my casting, sat on a very comfy couch, met a fellow model while waiting for the casting director to get back from lunch. Walked in, did my “thing” which consisted of taking a few test shots before being off on my merry way!
Having forgotten the lunch that I packed for myself the NIGHT BEFORE (you’re slackin,’ Maya), I went to Dig Inn for a meal very similar to the one I had absolutely cheffed for myself last night. Charred chicken, farrow (if u kno, u kno), kale Caesar, THE mac n cheese (if u kno, u REALLY f*ckin kno) and a side of rosemary dressing. Delicious.
Having 5+ hours left until Telfar, I decided to post up at school to feast and do the approximate 4 hours of work I had to do :’) Come thru time management! I read about 200 PDF pages, took many notes in even many-er colours, and ran into several friends.
Stumbled upon a meeting for my school’s fashion journal, Embodied ! I’d always planned on joining but never did the minimal “labour” to schedule my time around meetings. Through an invite from my friends Kaylee (@okayylee) and Shanti (@sed_paz), I officially joined as a writer, participated in the pitch meeting, and met the other gals of the publication! Then…
6:15 PM – 8 PM:
I ran into another friend in my same scholarship group who reminded me that we had a meeting that evening (in 15 minutes) so I skedaddled up two floors to reminisce with my fellow scholars and supervising professors about our previous school-sponsored trip to Japan, as well as our impending participation with our school’s academic travel journal, Mosaic. After free dinner (also school-sponsored), and the usual lovely experience-based ideological conversation, I set off for Telfar.
8:17 PM EXACTLY – 9:19 PM also EXACTLY:
I bounced up about 10 blocks to the venue for Telfar’s FW19 presentation/concert where I waited for an hour and two minutes in not-that-cold-but-still-fairly-inconvenient weather. Classic fashion week struggles; stuck in the cold with a lot of really beautiful people trying to sneak their equally beautiful pals into the shows with them, because they know someone working PR. I had a really good attitude through it all, and even ran into someone who currently works at my previous retail job! Their street style pic is adjacent:
*hacker voice* I’m in. The show was absolutely stunning – from models being carried on shoulders across the makeshift crowd-runway to extreme bass to Black countryman aesthetics…whew, chile. I was living. The Southern CowPerson™ in me was getting their absolute jush. I diet-moshed with two phones and one camera in my hand as well as my 20-pound bag on my shoulder with an eclectic mob of neo-club kids, hypebeasts, and ~those~ Anne Demeulemeester stans whose dress says more about them than they think.
Around 10 PM (?? time was an illusion at some point during this show):
Na-kel Smith took the stage absolutely f*cked out of his mind and it was…SENDING me. He closed out the live performances by Total Freedom and HO99O9 with a classic swaggered out motivational speech leaving the audience and myself alike, uh, motivated. (I also dapped him up which was very cool.)
Called the uber home before the after party, because I had class the next morning at 9:30. Then called Rich and Yaz (Father and Mother Kotomori) to tell them about my day’s antics, because I missed them and would not be able to do so much cool sh*t without them.
Showered up, moisturized, hair wrapped and in bed before midnight bay-beeee.
What a lovely first solo NYFW! Special thanks to Autumn and Tia for solidifying these invites, and to my blistered ankles for really DOING it all day in them cowgirl f*ckin boots girl, bitch disGUSted.