If somebody else were writing a story about the fact that I attended an event at Fashion Week in New York City, I suspect that is the headline they would use. I have never been anything even close to a fashionista. I could barely stand reading ‘Confessions of a Shopaholic’ because I thought the main character was absolutely ridiculous and it would infuriate me every time she bought another outrageously priced scarf despite the fact that she was broke. It’s not that I don’t appreciate fine clothing and accessories, it’s just that I am by nature much too cheap to indulge in any piece of clothing more than $100. ( disclaimer: I would however be willing to pay airfare to Asia, to then shop for inexpensive clothing)
Despite, my unwillingness to purchase high end clothing, I was still really excited to attend the Ports 1961 show at Fashion Week in NYC last week. It was a totally unexpected bonus to our last minute trip to the city. We stayed with my sister and her boyfriend, Dion Roy to celebrate his 30th birthday. My sister managed to get tickets to the Ports show from Bob Bland, designer of Brooklyn Royalty clothing. Thanks Bob!
The first thing we had to do was figure out what to wear to the show. I hadn’t brought anything dressy with me, so I opted for a pair of black Mexx dress pants, a silky black and white top and a pair of $60 high heels that I bought the night before. My sister loaned me a vintage purse that belonged to my grandmother and off we went. When we arrived there was a crowd gathered outside the tents at Bryant Park. We walked up the steps past the on-lookers and told security we were headed for the Ports show. Inside there were cameras flashing left, right and center. People were even coming up and taking pictures of my cheap shoes. There were people dressed in everything from jeans to purple feather boas. When it was time to go in, we again were ushered past crowds of people and found our seats. We watched the photographers granted access snap photos of Olivia Palermo, from ‘The City’ seated a few rows away and facing us from the other side of the runway. Anna Wintour, the alleged inspiration for the Devil Wears Prada, was also present, wearing large dark sunglasses. Her expression didn’t change throughout the show and you could not see her eyes, so it was difficult to tell what she thought.
The show itself was short, as models walked the runway to a live band. The clothes were of course beautiful. Afterwards we went backstage and watched people talking with the designer, however we really didn’t have much to say so we just wandered around. All and all, it was an experience, I wouldn’t miss!