I glided down the hall of the Coffee Shop, a Union Square hotspot, to the back stairwell. “Model Lounge entrance, members only.” Pushing through the door, my eyes were met by a shocking amount of long legged girls in their unintentionally similar attire; black tank tops, jean shorts, and strappy heels. I had seen at least 20 girls on my walk over to the Model Lounge, but somehow I hadn’t prepared myself well enough for the uneasy feeling of scanning eyes and bitchy resting faces. I scanned the room for Sarah, a friend and fellow model, who happened to be puffing away in the corner on her e-cig and reading Good to Great, a business management book she had recently convinced me I should be reading as well. I plopped down on the cushy sofa next to her, my burnt orange maxi dress looking out of place next to her black-on-black ensemble.
“Hey! You made it! Ready to stock up?” she laughed.
My favorite part of the Fashion Week madness: rushing to the Model Lounge in time to grab a “swag bag”. FW is a bit like Christmas for models. A year ago, companies promoting e-cigs handed out samples by the dozens, and Model Lounge hosted giveaways for cellphones and electronics. This time, I had already snagged a free set of lingerie by Adore Me, and I couldn’t wait to see what the lounge was giving out. We walked up to the bar towards the back, flashing our membership cards and reaching our arms out like greedy children happily accepting our bounty. It looked like we had made it just in time, as I could see their stockpile was dwindling. We took advantage of the snack bar at the end, filling our totes with coconut water and KIND bars.
While the gift bags are usually filled with useful products to help models survive the week, or for most of them month, sometimes they throw in a few items just to pamper us. This year’s findings included a phone case from Adopted, designer Band-Aid’s, spray-on lotion, Rosebud lip salve, and, the best part, a full sized bottle of Marc Jacobs Daisy Dream. The first perfume I ever owned was Daisy, and I enjoyed my momentary trip down memory lane with this powdery, fresh rendition.
I’ll be heading back to Paris this week, and I can’t wait! Even though my agents decided not to send me for show castings this season, I’ll be walking for Makeup Forever and Cartier, which will be held in the Palace of Versailles! It was one of the places I didn’t have a chance to see while I was in Paris last time, but viewing it like this will feel like a fairytale. Who wouldn’t love the chance to wear €50,000 worth of jewelry and a ballgown at a palace? The only thing missing will be my pumpkin carriage. Stay tuned!