Nemo certainly treatly New York significantly more kindly than, say, New England. Eight inches of snow was nothing incredible, I was told – just a colossal inconvenience. As Fashion Week tends to do, show schedules ran half an hour late, and then some (as always). Show-goers remained completely impractical in everything from shoes, to sharing the rare cabs who had chosen to brave the roads – and by sharing, I mean not sharing, because of course having three more people headed to the same venue is going to cost you so much more. That was sarcasm.
And then there was me: irrationally excited for never having seen so much snow descend on a city in my life (my last New York winter was almost thankfully mild). So while I did miss a show or two because of tenfold Manhattan traffic, I was more than happy to double up on thermals and traipse through powdery ice in heels, so long as I only stepped in puddles a few times – such is the ingenuity of nature against urban jungles, when half frozen puddles exactly resemble concrete. True story. Bad times.
On this particular day, Jess and I took a little time to explore the cobbled streets of the Meatpacking District before Diane von Furstenberg’s show. The sun had appeared just enough to allow the snow a little more shelf life, and the streets closer to the West Side Highway were reasonably untrodden and a breathtaking sight in itself (indeed, you wouldn’t usually associate this adjective with a downtown Manhattan street).
And so, against this blank canvas and the orange of road cautions, my blazer could be as much of a hero as Jennifer had intended it to be – almost as much as when it’s on display alongside fellow Aussie primary colours. Did you ever see such a Mediterranean blue? I love that the black pocket lining keeps it grounded enough for me to throw in what could be mistaken for a black leather onesie (wishful thinking) and an extra jacket in case of exceptional chill.
Speaking of which – a lot of you have been asking me about this extra-garment-around-waist business. Are you a fan? The way I see it, it’s one less thing to be carrying, it gives you a waist if you wear it over the top of everything, it gives your straight up-and-down look a bit of shape and interest, it’s an added opportunity to throw in an extra colour or texture, and if you end up staying out much later then expected in blizzard-stricken New York City, you have an extra shell, not to mention the 90s boss factor.
photos by Jessica Stein; graphics by Margaret Zhang