Backstage Pass: My Unfiltered Account of Fashion Week Madness

As someone who’s read every fashion magazine she could get her grubby little hands on since she learned the difference between Prada and Proenza, I was pretty excited to find out I’d be going to New York to cover backstage beauty for Byrdie this year. (And by “pretty excited,” I mean I immediately texted red heel and lipstick emojis to my friends, followed by the Statue of Liberty emoji, followed by a large assortment of various others conveying elation.)

If my life was a movie trailer, this is the part where a deep, ominous voice would say something foreboding like, “But what happened next, she would never have predicted …” Cue the dramatic music. But let’s skip the drama and get straight to the point: Fashion Week is as crazy as you’d imagine, but lucky for you and your feet (more on that later), I’m here to give you all the nitty-gritty details.

Keep flipping to read the good, the bad, and the ugly—you know you want to.