#NYFW: Marissa Webb F/W16 Show

Happy end of week, loves! Super crazy NYFW schedule this season, so I'm trying my best to get all my photos and footage edited and posted to share my experiences with all of you guys! A personal fav of mine every season is Marissa Webb and I was beyond honored to have been invited this time to see her designs on the catwalk! Her designs are always a combination of chic and feminine, edgy and classy all at the same time. I am in LOVE with all the pinstripe/windowpane pieces in the collection as well as the olive monochromatic looks. You'll be finding me in more monochrome looks from now on. ;D I've selected a few of my favorite looks from her line below...as well as a personal story this fashion week that I wanted to share with you guys at the end of this post. Hope you enjoy and there's plenty more to come!

It's been such a crazy NYFW this season and I was just not prepared for the amount of invitations that ended up coming in. So, funny story...(not really, more like super sad), the Marissa Webb show was on my second day of fashion week and it was the first time that I had back to back shows lined up, ever. I arrived to a morning show a bit late because of a prior engagement and was not in a very ideal spot to take photos and footage. Already a bit disappointed, I come out of the first show of the day, getting more and more excited to head over and see Marissa Webb's collection on the catwalk, in person, for the first time ever (this was HUGEEE). Of course I'm over at Pier59 on the west side and cannot catch a cab for my life. When I do finally hail one one, I direct the driver up to the Skylight at Moynihan. We're literally 2 blocks away when I start pulling out the invite to make sure that check-in is as fast as possible...only to see that I was headed to the wrong location. 

Long story short...missed it by THAT much. Literally raced downtown to Skylight at Clarkson and was checked in, only to be stopped right at the doors to the show...the show had just begun and me and a handful of other latecomers weren't going to be allowed in. Completely heartbroken,  we were directed into the gallery where the show was being aired on screens in real time. At this point, I was kind of just questioning and doubting myself. You work so hard to get where you're trying to go...I thought securing an invitation was the hardest part. And once that hurdle had been cleared, another invisible obstacle had been thrown up and we all know that in the fashion industry, it's all about timing. 

I replayed a million other scenarios and things that I could have done to make it through those double doors and into that show. I should've been more prepared, I shouldn't have gone to the morning show beforehand, I should have double checked the location last night instead of assumed. Those kinds of thoughts ended up consuming me as I stared blankly up at the monitors. 

And just like that, it was over. There's always next season, right? Reluctant to go home right away and still feeling super defeated, I made my way into the venue as others started pouring out. I stood on the side, trying to reconcile with what had just happened. As I was scanning through the throngs of people...a familiar face jumped out at me. Wendy from Wendy's Lookbook was right there, speaking with her team. It was a year since I first met her in person and I was still a little shocked. But with more confidence than I had last time, I approached her and we started chatting about the shows and fashion week...when out of the blue, another woman came up to greet Wendy. I didn't even recognize her at first, but after introducing herself it became clear that she was Helena of Brooklyn Blonde! Two industry power babes in one place, and I had the chance to talk to them!

Consolation to the missed show: meeting two of the biggest fashion role models of the industry. I couldn't have asked for anything else to better lift my spirits. There are always silver linings. It just depends on if we're looking for them or not. Lesson learned. I'm always humbled in the presence of lady bosses and was reminded in that moment to never stop working for my dreams. Your dreams don't work unless you do.

Maybe I wasn't meant to make it to the show on time because I was meant to take this moment as a lesson. I've always been one to charge full force in the direction of my dreams, but maybe I was doing too much on my own, stretched too thin to be really doing anything that would substantially help me reach my goals. Missing the show was a wake up call that I needed to step back and scale back. I wouldn't be able to make it to every single event and I had to relax and really prioritize my time and energy. 

This fashion week has certainly been a crazy one. I finally understand why people are always saying "fashion week madness" because it truly is a madhouse. A wonderful, creative, beautiful madhouse. 

Can't wait to share the rest of the shows and my fashion week looks with you guys! I hope that my personal story has resonated with some of you and has proved that while we must hustle for our dreams, our own well-being and happiness always comes first.

With Much Love,

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