It’s been over a week and things are still incredibly crazy for me at work. I feel terrible about neglecting this blog, especially when I think of the big pile of polish bottles that are waiting to be swatched. I will get to them soon, I promise you. In the meantime, I need to keep meeting my deadlines and slaying story after story. Luckily, Petah is here to breathe life into this very quiet blog. In this new episode of Petah Files, he shares with you his Fashion’s Night Out adventure. I really wish I had been there. Hit it, Petah.
There is this crazy (and sometimes ridiculous) yearly phenomenon that happens every summer in New York City – Fashion’s Night Out (FNO). For one evening, the FNO ribbon cuts through Fashion Week. Fashionistas catwalk to their favorite fashion houses, shopping ‘til it stops. A bevy of soirees display celebrity collaborations and, most recently, rock concerts pump up the scene. It’s also a scavenger hunt for the one-offs and one-night-only merch, which are really the draw of this circus.
Pammy and I have been going back and forth with news and events that would be happening around town and plans were seemingly in motion. Little did I expect that Fashion’s Night Out would land on the same night as the MDNA concert, which had been on my calendar since forever. How silly was I to think that nothing would be bigger than last year’s Kim K encounter? I was wrong. The heightened excitement (scrapped), the shopping route (yes, scrapped) and a PP project launch (you guessed it, scrapped) were all in limbo.
I was told by the chief not to worry about her babies but elves can be stubborn. I considered giving up my Madonna tickets for cutex – I was willing to sacrifice the queen. Even though I got a bit stressed (just a little) with the timing, I had a game plan. I set-up Plans A, B & C and did a CHANEL walk-through the day before (it took fifteen minutes from subway to boutique so I knew I can make this work). I even solicited a body double, our friend Ver, in case NARS had a secret polish stash for the night.
Game day came and my war paint was on – failure was not an option. I left five minutes early to catch the early train connection to be in SoHo by 6 p.m. and I had perfect timing. A wall of shoppers blocked Broadway so I had to snake my way to Chanel. Dilemma quickly evaporated as there was barely a queue at the store.
A shoe compliment later, I was handed Pammy’s babies in a jiffy.
I was out of the store by 6:08 and I didn’t even have to use my body-double.
We got to the concert with plenty of time. I have to admit, Fashion’s Night Out was more fun than her Madgesty – I will spare you the details on this one. To add insult, the concert was two and a half hours delayed. I could have stayed with FNO longer, if only.
Other than that, all’s well that ends well. Another mission accomplished and swatches to share.