As I was with the designer's (Rubin Singer) friend, we were whisked by the long line of people waiting to get past the red velvet rope. Then, after we were given access, we walked into the venue, onto the plastic cover catwalk, and then found our seats. Luckily for me, I actually had a seat ... with my name on it. Sure, my last name was misspelled but at least I wasn't one of the unfortunate souls who had to lean against the wall.
Another perk to being with the designer's friend was that prior to the show, I was given backstage access to use the little girl's room. As I walked past security, down the stairs, and through the maze of amazon stick figures, I realized I was behind enemy lines. There I was, in the midst of those who design unrealistic clothing for the average woman and all I could do was look for the loo!
Usually, when you open the magazines, you see fashions that are completely unwearable. Unwearable unless you possess the hips of a pre-pubescent boy, shoulders of a wire (not padded) hanger, and the height of a small giant. But, hot designer Rubin Singer really captured the essence of what women really want AND can actually wear. Unfortunately I couldn't click fast enough and didn't capture the best pictures.
On Tuesday I head to the Dennis Basso show ... hopefully my trigger finger is in better shape! Stay tuned fashionista friends.
