NYC Bridal Fashion Week 2015
Bridal Fashion Week. New York City. Breathtakingly stunning designer gowns in the Big Apple – what more could a budding writer and wedding planner dream of? Nothing, I tell you. Absolutely nothing. As the Editorial Intern for The Knot Magazine, my job was to attend specific shows, obtain the SD memory cards from our photographer and bring them back to the office. After being a witness to the beauty that is BFW, I would be happy doing this for the rest of my life.
Like Cinderella in a golden carriage on her way to the ball, I found myself on a two-day journey to the most magnificent runway shows and photo shoots that Manhattan had to offer.
Day One: Rivini. As a Midwestern girl, I found myself a bit lost when asked to use the subway system to get to each show. Public transportation isn’t my forte, but I made the best of it and got to the Park Hyatt on 57th Street perfectly on time. No intern salary could prepare me for the Manhattan fashion requirements. If you need any ideas or examples, search Gossip Girl into Google and you’ll find exactly what I’m talking about.
The escorted elevator in the Park Hyatt brought me to the 6th floor where a sign in table awaited me. As I walked closer toward the table, I noticed a man standing nearby. Then, all of a sudden, I place it. Monte from Say Yes to the Dress: Atlanta is standing not three feet from me. In shock and awe, I grabbed my program and quickly processed into the ballroom. Across the show, I saw Monte enter with friends and colleagues. I quickly recognized Lori from SYTTD: Atlanta with her signature short hair cut while sporting a classic white pantsuit with a black heel.
I stood against the wall, as directed by the production assistant, but was quickly invited to sit down in a gold chiavari chair to watch the show up front. It was a whirlwind, and I thank my lucky stars for the opportunity to witness such a breathtaking show.
All in all, the show lasted about 10 minutes, which is pretty average for a runway show. I saw incredible gowns up close and personal. I could see the lace detailing on every bodice and each smooth organza skirt. I was speechless. Not only had I just experienced my first runway show, but also it wasn’t a dream. I was a St. Louis girl taking on the city like it was my home.
Day Two: Judd Waddell and JLM Couture. A rainy day brought torrential downpour to my second and last day of NYC Bridal Fashion Week 2015. However, no broken umbrella or soaked shoes would stop me from the Judd Waddell photo shoot in the fashion district of Manhattan. With a rotation of different models, Mr. Waddell kindly presented Martha Stewart Magazine and the Editors from The Knot Magazine with his collection of bridal gowns. Each adorned with unique lace and sparkle elements, his dresses were beyond compare to any I had seen before in my life, in person and on television.
The photo shoot ended just as quickly as it began, and it was another half-hour long journey in the rain back to the office. Time flew the rest of the day and I was back on the streets of Manhattan to the final show I would attend for Bridal Fashion Week. The JLM Couture fashion show was just a few blocks down from Judd Waddell's studio, which made it easier to find a second go around.
When I reached 7th Ave, I was greeted by champagne and pleasant smiles. As to wait for the SD memory cards after the show, I watched the show from the perspective of the photographers. A straight head-on view of the wonderfully crafted gowns from multiple designers across Manhattan. Each collection was very unique to the designer, bringing a sense of personality to every gown. Because there were a number of designers contributing to the show, it lasted longer than the others. *sips champagne* With a full round of applause and some heavy sighs of relief from family members in the crowd, the show ended with pride and elegance. I met the photographer for the last time and headed back to the office to complete the end of NYC Bridal Fashion Week.
To say that the honor of attending Bridal Fashion Week was an experience of a lifetime is an understatement. Who knows, maybe lightning will strike twice.