I'm currently on a flight from New York back to Los Angeles, sandwiched between a 34 year old aspiring author and a woman in her early 60's who passed out two minutes after take off.
After 11 unbearable days on the east coast, i'm flying back to California to take a breather. I'm due to return next week to resume what has become New York fashion month. While this marks my 8th fashion week, it was my first time attending the newly appointed men's week.
In comparison to the traditional fashion week, I found that men's featured a lot of emerging talent and was a refreshing experience of brand discovery. While the usual suspects like Nautica, Coach and Calvin Klein stunned, I came home with a wish list of new designers to reach out to. The energy of men's week was also a lot more relaxed. The PR people at check-in where smiling, the circus outside the shows was tame and the line for open bar was short. What didn't change however, was the adrenaline of late nights and early mornings in New York City.