Written by Phillip D. Johnson
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This past New York Fashion Week was, for God knows what reasons, more stressful any other in recent history. For the record, I love New York Fashion Week and attending the shows. I feel energized by the vibes of creativity waiting to be explored. Every season at the Tents at Lincoln Center and at other venues around Manhattan is like going to a high school or college reunion, where you are joyous in reconnecting with the people you like (and missed) and doing your level best to circumvent–by all means possible— the toxic fiends and the frenemies you (mostly) dislike and must avoid at all cost. Overall, this season, however, there was a decidedly underlying cloud of, if not rampant negativity, then snarkiness and shadiness about the whole proceeding that took most of the enjoyment out of the week for many people, including myself. What was a pleasure to look forward to–the joy of a potential “fashion moment” during a show, the clothes, gossiping with your friends while waiting for the shows to start– became a chore I was trying to avoid. Seriously, folks, most of the inhabitants of this seasonal world we call New York Fashion Week are in dire need of a psyche cleansing, in addition to a cleansing of the aura by a host of feng shui masters.
But I found a remedy for the fashion week blues, if only for a couple hours. Continue reading