#NYFW comes around twice a year, four if you're attending the men's shows, but nothing has the impact like fashion week. I've been attending shows since 2007-2008, and while fashion week has lost a lot of its luster and exclusivity, it's still a week I look forward to season after season. There is nothing like sitting down in a room full of creatives who are all in love with the same thing, beauty, and art in the form of fashion. Moving locations from Bryant Park (the good ol' days) to Lincoln Center, to now Moynihan Station, fashion week is more than runway shows; it's where relationships are built and where you get to party after doing eight hours of shows just to do it all over tomorrow (I can't do this anymore).
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What many don't get to see is the long lines to enter the shows, the 30-40 minute wait for the show to start once you're inside, the hustle from midtown to downtown and back again, the hours of not eating, the heat and humidity; yet we continue to do it with excitement. It's like falling in love with your ex every six months just to feel played after a week of "trying to work it out." Fashion week is that love affair many of us continue to chase because there is no greater feeling than the room going pitch black to an explosion of light and the first model hitting the runway. This season had its ups and downs; I missed most of my shows because - well - life, looks were ruined because of the humidity, but I can't wait for next season. So, as this week ends, I give nothing but gratitude to the universe for allowing me to experience all of this, I wouldn't change it.