After brunch, Robby and I had some time to kill. Robby didn't have any plans until the evening, so he crashed hard for a nap. I knew it was time for outfit number two! This outfit is a little something special as it was gifted to me by Blue Bird the Boutique. Their online store is HERE. Anna, I cannot thank you enough! This style totally suits me as I am a true denim girl, and I personally think flares are flattering on me to help balance out my curvier thighs. If you take a closer look, you'll see the knees have slits in them. The jeans are incredibly well made, and crafted here in the USA! The shirt helped me show off my love for "committing to the last button," as I call it. It's a great way to show off your statement necklaces - just tuck them under the collar. For a little added sexy, I tied the shirt at the waist. The button-down is actually split as well, but at the sides, so it can be styled a variety of ways. I'm in love with this outfit and it did get me what we call "street snapped!"
Robby and I met up after Karolyn Pho's show and hopped in yet another Uber to make it back to Lincoln Center. We both had received invitations to the Art Institute of New York City's show. The show showcased 12 student and graduates of the school, with 13 total collections. A wide variety of work was shown, and model Rain Dove walked three times total! You might have known that already from my interview post about her, of course... It was the only event that I attended that showed men's lines, so I was very glad I was able to go! You'll see more from this show in another post as well.
Directly after the Art Institute's runway, I needed to be getting in line for Michael Costello's show. There was a bit of a mishap and for some reason, my confirmation email was not pulling up a seat assignment. We'll get more into this debacle and how stressed out I was in the separate post I make about the show, but all I can say is that it worked out all for the best and I ended up in an amazing spot, albeit standing. The work was stunning and I can't wait to share my camera photos with you. I'm quite proud of some of the pictures I grabbed. Here are a couple iPhone snaps:
We all met up on the stairs outside of Lincoln Center and reorganized our group as most of us had attended the Michael Costello show. We decided to head back to the hotel to recollect ourselves and then head out on the town. This is where we bumped into and met Rain Dove in the lobby of our hotel. What a lovely little surprise! You've already ready about me chucking a business card at her and all that. We ran to our rooms, and I changed into my THIRD outfit of the day (I'm crazy, I know), and it was actually one of my favorites. I think it definitely was very "me." My top is from maurices, the vest is vintage (I think a hand-me-down from my mom or aunt?), the leggings are from Forever21, the shoes are from ASOS, the bag is from Just Fab, and my necklace is a hand-me-down from Sarah of The Wicked Wallflower.
Our Uber driver somehow totally missed his mark and dropped us off nearly 10 blocks away from our destination. As we walked to the bar, a couple handed me a balloon and told me they were sharing it because someone had given them an extra. It's NYC, so I suppose you shouldn't ask any questions. After grabbing a bite to eat at one of the oldest family-run bars in NYC, Peter McManus Cafe, I huddled outside with Laura, Robby, and Laura's pal Kari while trying to decide where to head next.
Kari, who has lived in NYC for a little while now, suggested grabbing drinks at a little Mexican place before heading to a more expensive club. When we arrived at said Mexican joint, we discovered that it was closed. I wasn't really worried about spending a little money on a drink as I had budgeted for my trip really well. Plus, I wasn't very interested in drinking that night, so I knew that whatever I ended up sipping on would probably be no more than $5. We walked over to The Jane Hotel, which has a colorful and long history. It was built and founded in 1908, and even housed Titanic survivors while the ship's sinking was investigated. It was dark and very antiquated in the lobby, but we immediately bee-lined for the bar section of the venue. This is where the night got quite interesting.
The bouncer at the door to the bar checked our IDs and let us in. He seemed mildly annoyed we pulled him away from his smartphone for the two minutes it took to do that. The bar was dimly lit, with small alcoves of sofas/booths facing towards it. If you walked past the bar, you entered a room that reminds me of a place Sean Connery might hang out in. A fire was flickering in one wall, and above it was a mounted trophy of some type of mountain goat, I believe. A long couch flanked the carpeted dance floor, where a group of people, largely clad in Hawaiian shirts, were busy getting down to a live DJ. Now that I've started DJing myself, I often spend a couple minutes assessing the DJ situation whenever I arrive somewhere. This DJ was spinning vinyl, and almost exclusively throwbacks.
I joined Laura, Robby, and Kari at the bar to order something to drink. I only wanted a club soda with a lemon and lime. That's my new faux-drink to sip while out. It tastes sort of like a mixed drink, and because it looks like one, you don't run as high of a risk of someone trying to buy you something you don't actually want. The bartender apparently said that our drinks totally $40, and Kari hadn't realized that I didn't order a mixed drink, so she tried to take my $10 bill from me to hand to the bartender. When I told her that mine only cost $4, she said, "Whoa, what the heck did you order?!" I can understand her surprise - the total effectively shook out their drinks to be $12 each. I was starting to feel pretty tired after my long day so I slipped away again and took refuge on the couch nearest the fire.
The rest of our group tried to join us after hitting up another party. However, the bouncer told them it was a private party and they weren't allowed in, so Lindsay texted us to tell us so. I went to the bar and asked our bartender, "Hey, so is this a private party right now?" She laughed and said, "Yeah, aren't you part of it?" I sort of gave her jazz hands, and nervously cried, "Surprise!" and hustled away. I went outside to find the group, and when we tried to re-enter, the bouncer tried to stop them again. Laura asked what the problem was, but it was pretty clear - he hadn't been doing his job by letting half our group in, and must have realized what he'd done. Somehow, some dude that appeared to actually belong in the party snuck them in. Even though I was super tired and feeling completely overstimulated from the day, I tried to suck it up and dance a little bit. I can't really dance to Tom Petty's "Free Fallin'." It's more like a sway and head bop type of song... At any rate, Lindsay somehow discovered that the private party we had crashed was Laura Mulleavy's birthday. Yep, that Laura Mulleavy, of Kate and Laura Mulleavy from RODARTE. What a pleasant pickle to have found ourselves in! Rubbing accidental elbows with some of fashion's biggest names. As the night wound down and we got kicked out of the venue, the party hung around on the front steps and I started to feel like we were intruding. I don't know if they would have been more than slightly annoyed if they had discovered that we had (without knowing) snuck into Laura's birthday party but I wasn't willing to find out. I started to shuffle down the street a little bit, hoping someone might follow. Lindsay and Brittany were on a mission to keep their party thriving, so they headed off towards The Standard. I was ready to go home, and luckily Laura, Robby, and Kari were feeling it too. We finally called an Uber and headed back to the hotel.
I crashed so fast I probably was asleep before I hit the pillow. Our last day in NYC would prove busy and just as exciting as the previous two. So much for beauty sleep, I just nabbed whatever sleep I could at all!
Stay tuned for more updates from my trip as well as posts dedicated to the shows I saw!