– By Khahlil Louisy

 

This review of Day One of New York Fashion Week is very late because I’m a mess.

Following Tom Ford’s incredible return to 90s glam on Wednesday night, the official New York Fashion Week schedule actually started on Thursday. My day started slowly, with a quick stop to the Dream Hotel — a new venue on the calendar for smaller shows and presentations — to check out the work of a group of Indonesian designers. It’s always interesting to see how designers in smaller fashion markets interpret fashion for the various seasons, while retaining their cultural influences. There were some lovely dresses and hijabs in printed, rich textiles, and one model wore a bird nest on her head down the runway.

From the Dream, I went up to midtown to the Intrepid Museum (Is this area considered midtown?) for Malan Breton, the Taiwanese-born designer, who showed as part of Style Fashion Week. And who should be sitting next to me, if not the ladies from the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills — Lisa Rinna, Kyle Richards, Lisa Vanderpump et al. The group was highly animated and made a lively audience, cheering ‘work it girl’ and having fun during the show. Camille and Kelsey Grammer’s daughter, Mason, walked the runway.

Immediately following Malan Breton, I had to hightail it from midtown (?) down to Skylight Clarkson Square for Noon by Noor, where Shaikha Noor Al Khalifa and Shaikha Haya Al Khalifa delighted with a loosely fitting collection of floral printed dresses and voluminous separates in a neutral color palette and red. The clothes looked comfortable and were paired with flats to keep things fresh.

I made a decision to accept an invitation to an important meeting in the evening, which meant missing the Calvin Klein show, where Raf Simons has transformed and revived the brand. As expected, the reviews from friends who were in attendance were positive.

Once done with shows and meetings for the day, that’s when things went south — depending on how one looks at things (haha). The after-party shenanigans included John Varvatos’ campaign lunch party, featuring Machine Gun Kelly. It was a packed house.

Shortly after midnight, we (my posse and I) had to make the decision on whether we should attend Rihanna’s party at Up & Down, or Mert & Marcus’ fete at Public. Ri Ri is Ri Ri, but in fashion, Mert & Marcus are Mert and Marcus, so to Public we went. The massive crowd outside the hotel and the insane line of people waiting/trying to get in was a nightmare. Shoutout to the guys at the door who ushered us in as soon as we arrived.

Once inside, we knew we had made the right decision. Everyone who was anyone in fashion and entertainment was there. Kim Kardashian West and mom Kris Jenner, Nicki Minaj, Gigi Hadid, Joan Smalls, Doutzen Kroes, Dean and Dan Caten, and on and on were all celebrating the photographer duo. I danced, they danced, everyone danced until 4am. It was lit! I eventually made my way home at 5am, praying to the Gods that I’d be able to be up in time for Tory Burch at 10am.

I didn’t make it to Tory Burch, and I forgot to eat yesterday. A mess!