sequins + sneaks
dress | cape blazer | similar bag | sneakers | sunnies | bracelet
When I was packing for NYFW, I knew I wanted to step outside of my box a bit and try some more daring trends than I'd normally wear. This little sequin dress would be perfect for NYE or a fun party sans cape; add the jacket & sneaks and you've got comfy street style. After walking miles around the city, my adidas definitely lost their luster. What were once my bright white tennis shoes are now a sad, brownish version. I washed them in the washing machine and tried shoe polish and neither method worked; if anyone has tips on cleaning white mesh shoes, please send them my way!
Funny story: New York Fashion Week was pretty nuts, as you can probably tell from the prior recaps. We went went went and hardly stopped to sit down, unless it was in an Uber or at a runway show. I was in the city 3 1/2 days and came home with 13 sets of outfit photos, so we changed clothes a lot. With our hotel being right across the street from Skylight at Moynihan Station, you couldn't step out the front doors without paparazzi being right in your face. I live in the suburbs. I grew up in desolate West Texas. I am not used to this.
One evening, Dede, Riane, Shelbi and I were running back and forth to the room, changing outfits and trying to get photos before we "lost the light". I threw on my new Lulu's dress and put on some long, burgundy tassel earrings before heading back downstairs. I was feelin' good and attempting to embrace my inner celebrity (of which apparently there is none) as we walked out of the hotel and into the madness. I was tossing my hair back and giving all the smiles when Shelbi almost fell over laughing, saying "Oh my gosh, I have to Snapchat this". I knew something was going on and I was having a faux pas of sorts but she wouldn't tell me until she could capture a photo of the embarrassment. I feared the worst: ripped seams, exposed underwear, spinach in teeth (pretty sure I've mastered each of those at one point or another). Shelbi finally stopped laughing long enough to show me the photo she snapped of a giant, spider-like strip of false eyelashes danging from my already-lengthy tassel earrings. Yup, I'd been posing and flitting around like an idiot with false "glamour length" eyelashes hanging from my earring. Thank goodness she noticed before we got to the Rosenthal Tee runway show and saw hundreds of other people in the fashion industry who would've been mortified by my not-so-chic exhibition.
Moral of the story & serious note to self, Brittany: Check yourself before you wreck yourself. Even if you are staying in a teeny tiny NYC hotel room where one girl has to keep her luggage in the bathroom because there's not enough floorspace to walk...fight for that mirror time or better yet, buy a compact. Instead of worrying about how you're gonna shove a bag of Sour Patch Kids into your miniature handbag, make sure you aren't strolling out to the masses a not-so-hot mess. Otherwise you might just find yourself in a sticky situation (pun totally intended).
xo, Britt