Bagless day five of New York Fashion Week Fall 2011 isn’t exactly bagless.
On day five of New York Fashion Week (Fall 2011) I broke out the Acnes again. My feet had been granted a two day rest from exceedingly high heels, and I was getting good at nabbing a seat even when my ticket said standing (No I didn’t steal someone else’s seat! It’s OK to fill in when the show is about to start. Swear.) I wore my cape, so I had plenty of pockets, which was essential for my experiment with going handbagless like Emmanuelle Alt. It was Valentine’s Day, and I wanted to wear my black lace Weston Wear dress to dinner that night (we had reservations at the Red Rooster, our friend Marcus Samuelsson‘s wonderful restaurant), which meant I had to wear it all day, which meant no additional pockets. I had shows nonstop and there was no time for trekking all the way back to Brooklyn where I was staying with friends. I left the computer at home, though I must admit not bringing it every day has hampered my productivity. Case in point, I’m writing this post from my iPhone but won’t have a photo to post with it until I get back to Brooklyn because my images are downloaded on my computer (and now, several days later, it’s finally seeing the light of day). Plus, typing on the iPhone is making me cross-eyed.
Perhaps someday I’ll achieve bagless blogger nirvana. Today is not that day. Things went fairly smoothly, but I carried around the folder provided on my seat at the Jen Kao show all day, which became a makeshift clutch. As I collected new materials I stuffed them inside it (at least it was black and kind of pretty, as folders go) until it could fit nothing else. I finally received a small pink bag at the Betsey Johnson show, into which I stuffed my wallet and whatever else would fit.
I suspect my handbag nirvana will be minimalist rather than bagless — especially if I don’t have the husband (or a driver or “people”) to rely on next fashion week, which is a fairly safe bet.
