In the midst of showing everyone we care for them and needing our own reassurance from others, we sometimes forget our
#1.....ourselves.
If there's one thing we have learned over the
past few years of living, experiencing, and practicing medicine, it is that no
one can make you feel worthy, loved, or special if you cannot do that for
yourself first.
So on this recent Valentine's Day, we took a
moment to acknowledge ourselves by putting ourselves first and treating
ourselves with a lifelong dream- attending the NEW YORK FASHION WEEK (NYFW) in
NYC!!!
It all started off with a checklist:
1. Decide to attend New York Fashion Week
2. Wait for few years to find some time on your
schedule to plan it.
3. The one year that both of us have the time
and money to possibly plan the event, just happens to fall on one of us’s
wedding anniversary. But no big deal because: obviously spending time with your
bestie on valentine’s day and ditching your hubbie is totally alright.
4. Find out WHEN NYFW is occurring
5. Find out WHERE exactly in NY is NYFW held
6. Inform employers you have to bounce for a
few days
7. Get tickets to the shows.
8. Figure out how the hell you are
supposed to get said tickets.
9. Call everyone you know, dated, heard
of, and networked with over the past decade to see if they have connections to
any shows. And we mean EVERYONE.
10. None of that worked. So we
decided to call the Concierge service of every Credit Card.
11. Hello Visa Signature Concierge
service, our new best friend.
12. Wait 3 weeks for the list of shows to
be released and send in requests to the top shows we want to attend....Monique
Lhullier, BCBG, Carolina Herrera, etc.
13. At some point, we need a place to
stay....so we researched and booked the closest hotel to the Lincoln Center....The
Empire Hotel.
14. Cue in the Jay Z/Alicia Key Song
"Empire State of Mind."
15. As time gets closer to the NYFW
dates, start putting together a wardrobe for the week.
16. Nothing like a shopping trip at
"A la Mi Closet" (my closet), other people's closets, and
running around like a madwoman at every other store to put together memorable
ensembles.
17. Let the excitement build, but be
cool. As a grown woman, control yourself! Cool as a cucumber on the
outside, shrieking like a 6 yr old girl on the inside.
18. FLY OUT TO NYC!!
We arrived in style at LaGuardia and took our
respective rides to the Hotel Empire. Check in and find out that our
confirmed tickets for the events are not present-only to find out later the
tickets were dropped off earlier in the day. The result? We missed
out on our first event- the Water Charity Gala displaying the works of
International Designers.
Despite the initial hiccup, we were able to get
back on track the next day. With our obligatory work out (the only one
done during the whole trip) done,
we moved on to attend our first fashion show
ever by designer ASAF GANOT (courtesy of a family member being close friends
with the designer),
followed by our second attendance at the Monique Lhullier
show.
The vibrant jewel tones of the Monique Lhullier
collection can only be upstaged by the sparkling bedazzled stockings we fell in
love with.
Seriously. Sparkling Stockings. The eyes are
naturally drawn to the legs' winking lights walk by.
However, nothing could compare to the magical
hours known as the Herve Leger show and beyond!
As the two of us sat side by side a few rows
back from the runway, we took a moment to savor every aspect of the room: the
lights, the runway, the journalists, celebrities, the who's who of the fashion
industry, us.
We worked hard. Worked long. Worked
resiliently to get here- in life, in our careers and to a point to achieve a
personal dream.
With anticipation, we held our breaths as the
lights turned low, the music came on and the show began. As the models
glided across the runway, we let our imaginations kick in.
As the show ended, music simmered down and
lights lifted, the collective awe of the audience got us out of our seats and
heading towards the "Herve Leger" sign.
After we both captured the moment for each of
us with the “Herve Leger” sign, we see the backstage area.
So we did the next obvious same thing to do.
We tried to get backstage.
The left side security said No. We were
not important enough.
So we decided to try out our luck on the right
side.
We just strolled in and illusioned ourselves
into thinking that this side was friendlier.
Actually, they were more "Real Housewives
of Atlanta" friendly.
We realized we had just walked in them and
their entourage and thus were allowed in.
With nothing to lose, we went around backstage
meeting various entities from the world of BCBG, fashion, and their loved ones
asked to be present.
The vibe was positive. We got to meet Katie
Ellis brand ambassador of Diane Von Frustenberg and Crystal Batson, a cool NASA
scientist. They introduce us to Max and his wife Lubov Azria, who had her
assistant put our names down for the BCBG Afterparty RSVP list.
There's nothing like hearing a fashion mogul
say, "You are invited to join us at the Boom Boom Room at The Standard
Hotel tonight."
Then there's nothing like being escorted to the
Private area reserved for the Azria's at The Boom Boom Room.
After that, we can say it was a night to
remember. The skyline, the views, the people, the music, the dance off
with Madonna's back up dancer.....wait. A Dance Off? Yes. The Dance Off.
With one of Madonna's back up dancers. Obviously, we know who won (in our
minds only).
As we left the party in the early morning hours
and had the cold harsh winds of NYC wake us up from our reality, we had to
pinch ourselves.
We did this.