I slept till one today. Yes, one in the damn afternoon. I never do that. I usually love waking up without an alarm clock, but more so around the hour of 10 am. When I woke up and realized what time it was my initial reaction was to be extremely annoyed, but I guess I needed the sleep.
This week, my boyfriend went back to Holland, after living with me for about a month. (Stay tuned for my up coming blog posts that will focus more on my life, love included.) Every morning we woke up early and stayed up late, because we couldn’t get enough of each other or dare to waste a second together by sleeping.
Four a.m. is all fun and games until it’s fashion week, which he left the morning of. I know what your thinking. “F your life,” but it was actually the perfect thing to keep me sane, well kind of.
“After weeks of stress, one breakdown in Good Will, and three days of incredible shows, I can’t believe #phxfw has finally come to a close,” said a dear friend and partner Emmy Nicholson in an Instagram post recapping the hectic weekend.
Me and Emmy were in charge of the login lounge this year. The login lounge is where the designers and the press can meet, and have a comfortable interview with a course a chic background. Of course we we’re told about this, and the fact that we had no partnership who would be furnishing the Login Lounge only two weeks before.
Ready, set, go: let the trips to Michaels and second hand stores begin. Naturally, I dragged my boyfriend around everywhere and of course irritated Emmy all at the same time. It was easy really.
One look book, and a lot of Pinterest inspiration later we decided to go with a bohemian gold theme. With our 100 dollar budget, and green and red furniture provided by talking sticks resort we somehow made it work. Thank god for spray paint. The director of Phoenix Fashion week, even ended up telling me the login lounge looked the best it ever had! *Wipes Brow*
Flash back to the morning of fashion week, I was completely exhausted and in my underwear frustrated. Obviously I did not have time to go shopping, and boy did my closet suffer. Clothes we’re flung across the floor; what a mess. How do the girls who have everything consistently have nothing to wear?! It is truly an enigma, and yet a serious problem. A girls got to look good while amongst her favorite designers and bloggers.
First, I ended up wearing a gold sequins blazer with lace trim from free people with coated black All Saints denim jeans. On the second night I wore a lace free people high neck tunic with the mandatory Phoenix Fashion week T-shirt under it and One Teaspoon boyfriend jeans. Last but not least I kept it simple with just the T-shirt and and a green and black 1920s inspired sequence skirt with interesting scalloping in the front.
As if I did not have enough problems, I ended up purchasing some of the looks right off the runway. I can’t wait to wear my 100% silk charmeuse top from Arae, Phoenix Fashion Week’s designer of the year. I’ll be pairing the top with my new Antler necklace from Beltshazzar (stay tuned for OOTDs).
So there I was, with a ticket to Fashion Week that I paid for in blood sweat and tears. My feet hurt, but I wouldn’t let my self sit down and miss a single designer. Some of them really blew not only me but the whole crowd away.
Rocky Gathercole closed the show again for the third year in a row, but this time the designer brought the crowd, where they had never gone before. I think consistently every person in the crowd fell into a black and white Willy Wonka dream land.
The dresses from Yas Couture were hand sewn with Swarovski Crystals. I can not even begging to describe to you how they caught the light, but I can tell you watching truly felt like I was walking on a dream.