It’s almost fashion week again. I’ve been attending since 2005, I’m getting a little jaded, and I’m getting fewer front row invites. I’ve been thinking back to the excitement of my first fashion week show. I was nervous bordering on terrified, wearing a borrowed outfit I couldn’t afford and sitting front row at the Project Runway fashion show beside Nick Verreos. I felt like I was royalty that morning, and a million people/reporters came up to talk to me. “Do you know how lucky you are to be sitting in the front row? Is this the best day of your life? Who do you think will win? Tell me a secret about the show without violating your contract.” I was still trying to get over the fact that I was actually in a Bryant Park fashion week show. Debra Messing walked by and said “Hi Diana” and I was like, “OMG, Debra Messing, you know my name!”.
And then two men came out and started removing the plastic covering the runway, the lights started to dim, and there was finally, a hush. It’s like unwrapping a present, the show was about to start. I’m filled with excitement, pride, anticipation. At this moment there were so many possibilities, anything could come down the runway! And I thought, “I am so excited to be a fashion designer!”
It doesn’t matter how many shows I attend, I still feel the same thrill when they peel back the plastic to start the show. I’m excited to see what possibilities this fashion week will bring.