Jacket: Zara (old from last year); Top, skirt and bralette borrowed from Cynthia Rowley; Shoes: Saint Laurent; Bag: Chanel; Sunglasses: Ray-Ban
While I've spent my fair amount of time at the Empire Hotel, either on vacation or the occasional oyster indulgence at Ed's Chowder House upstairs, I've never spent a proper week at the hotel during Fashion Week. And I have to say, this time around having done just that, it made all the difference!
Typically, Fashion Week madness can drive even the most seasoned veteran mad (and by no means do I consider myself one of those brave souls). Darting to and from shows at Lincoln Center, then back to your room for warmth and a quick outfit change and back out again for more shows downtown -- it's a crazed hustle, teetering the whole way on heels often ill suited for the weather.
This time around, I cut out some of my hustle. Given that the Empire is directly across the street from Lincoln Center, I was an easy stone's throw away from most of my shows (and heck, I could even do a little people watching from my hotel room window during my downtime). Plus, their bar downstairs makes for the perfect mid-day meeting point or late-night night cap, whichever happens to be your poison of choice.
Huge thanks again to the Empire Hotel for having me during Fashion Week!