Fashion Week Confessions and a Giveaway

Thursday, September 20, 2018



Every September and February the streets of New York are buzzing with street style photographers, blogosphere A-listers and fashionable wannabes; The occasion is New York Fashion Week and everyone wants a piece of the runway.  If you’re feeling major FOMO for fashion month, here’s a story to ease your pain and hopefully make you laugh (not frown with utter disgust).  

Earlier this summer I herniated a disc in my lower back and I was not quite able to sit in a chair for more than a few minutes before needing to lay down, so I was a little hesitant to put myself through the rigorous activities of fashion week, but I decided I had to at least try.  I was a limping mess but I saw some of my favorite designers and even though I would say the week turned out to be a definite series of awful events, I’m happy I pushed myself to attend - it was definitely an experience I will never forget.

Chapter 1:  Heat Stroke

My first show of the season fell on the hottest day of the year and it was absolutely miserable.  Between shows I met a friend for lunch and we sat in a cute little café hoping to catch the breeze from a fan and I became so sick to my stomach that I couldn’t eat anything I ordered (including my rosé - the horror).  It was so hot that I thought maybe I was dehydrated or having some kind of reaction to the heat.  Once I found an Uber with AC, I started to feel a bit better and things were looking up.  I was grateful to be on the mend and didn’t think another thing about it…until…

Chapter 2:  Front Row Incident

The next day was another amazing show and since I only had moderate pain the first day, I decided to suck it up through another.  I stood in line for about an hour and something just wasn’t right.  My face was clammy and I was feeling weak in the knees.  Finally I finessed my way into the gallery where I could sit down and hopefully gather myself before the show started.  I sat down in my front row seat directly in front of the media pit of about 30 photographers all pointed in my direction and suddenly it happened.  I threw up.  Front row.  Into my new Dior bag.  In front of a wall of cameras.  3 TIMES.

Chapter 3:  Missed Connections

Since the music was blaring, the lights were dimmed and I was in a crowd of incredibly self absorbed people, no one saw it happen.  I looked around stunned to see that no one had witnessed the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me (#blessed).  I hadn’t eaten anything yet that day but had drank tons of water, so in the end my bag wasn’t completely destroyed and I decided I might as well stay to see the damn show.  After talking to my doctor, it seems that one of my medications had caused my nausea.  Needless to say, I was a little weary of going to any more shows that week and made the executive decision to skip the last one, which I’m still a little salty about.

Any other person with an ounce of self respect might keep this incident to themselves, but I’m out here making Fashion Week less intimidating one embarrassing admission at a time.  And it doesn’t stop there!  I gathered some NYFW freebies and swag to send to one lucky reader of Brushstroke a la Modé.  The giveaway includes a Christian Cowan bum bag as seen on the runway.  To enter, share an embarrassing story, fact, or experience in the comments below and I will pick a winner on Monday, September 24.  Please include your Instagram handle so I can reach out with the prize.



Giveaway rules: Giveaway includes a Christian Cowan bum bag, one vintage Vogue print, an art print from me, three sheet masks, a Glam Glow mud mask,  Marc Jacobs eyeliner, two eye shadows from Laurence and Chico, Bumble and Bubble thickening spray, a Comme des Garcons patch, and fashion week pins.  To enter, share an embarrassing story, fact, or experience in the comments below and I will pick a winner on Monday, September 24.  Please include your Instagram handle so I can reach out with the prize.

****GIVEAWAY IS CLOSED - WINNER HAS BEEN CONTACTED****



13 comments :

  1. I'm so sorry you were sick Dena! I would say it was awful but not that embarrassing though as nobody even knew!

    As it happens, just today I humiliated myself in front of A LOT of people. Thursday mornings I take a private dance technique lesson with a friend. The dance studio has a class that starts just after our lesson, and the instructor for that class is very popular so the room fills up with people waiting for that class well before our lesson is over.

    We had been practicing turns for some time and I was feeling confident about my pirouettes. Today though our instructor decided we should advance and try double pirouettes across the room. I tried one or two and wasn't making it the full two revolutions. He said my shoes were sticking and I was stopping myself out of fear, so try doing it in just socks and let myself go. So I hurled myself into it and fell on my ass, hard, in front of about twenty-five people. A few snickers -bad enough already. The instructor gave me a few adjustments and told me to try again. I launched myself into it and fell even harder! This time the instructor actually fell on the floor laughing so the entire room cracked up!

    It's a very friendly studio and the instructors and students are incredibly supportive. He of course helped me up right away and everyone clapped after the laughter died down. I'm laughing at myself but it's a perfect coincidence that you asked for an embarrassing story today. Plus I want that bum bag!

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    1. Ops forgot my Instagram handle is @sandrahsuart!

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    2. Haha Sandra you crack me up! So sorry you fell in front of your class! Oh the embarrassment! Worth it for the bum bag though :)

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  2. So, picking an embarrassing story is difficult for someone so full of grace and elegance like myself but I think I have one I can share.

    Picture this: freshman year of college, a drunk girl named Chelsie comes back to her dorm room from partying all night and throws herself into bed for what she thinks will be a peaceful night of sleep. Around 5am, she has to go pee so she grabs what she believes are her room keys and heads to the bathroom which is just across the hall. In her dorm room you need a key to unlock the bathroom door because it was a coed floor however it turns out chelsie grabbed her roommates CAR KEYS and not the bathroom key.

    So here Chelsie is, in her underwear, with a set of car keys, drunk at 5am and she still has to pee. Chelsie then decides she'll just pee in the hallway because she's got to go. Chelsie ended up peeing in the hallway, through her underwear and had to get her RA to let her back in because she was locked out of her room too (because car keys).

    Never has Chelsie been SO mortified. Even through her drunken haze she was still wicked embarrassed and even more so when she woke up to find the massive puddle of pee outside her door and claimed she had no clue where it came from as she winked at her RA. *shrug emoji*

    LOVE YOU DENA.

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    1. Okay Chel...I think I've been bested. This is amazing and a wonderful story for your grandchildren one day hahahahahaha

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  3. I really don’t get embarrassed but I think the worst is my friend and I invited this guy to come hang out with us after the bar. My roommate fell asleep and I decided said guy wasn’t very cool and needed to head home. We go outside as I’m trying to figure out how to ghost him and he locked us out �� both of our phones were inside so had to break into the pool, sleep on the pool loungers and wait for my roommate to get us in the next morning because she wouldn’t wake up despite the million doorbell rings or trying to bang on her window����‍♀️

    @brittvasina

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    1. I can't believe he locked you out! That's so scary! Or maybe I've been listening to too many murder podcasts hahaha

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  4. �� haha Dena. That sounds awful but wait until you hear this... I went to Vegas for a work conference, I was with my boss and manager of my department. While I was down there they knew I was going through a hard time with a break up and so we did our thing, stayed at the cosmopolitan and headed back home. The next week I printed off my bill for my stay to have the company sign off and I didn't even look twice at it because it should of only been the hotel room, I didn't order or use anything in the room. I handed it to my boss and he looked at it and asked why it was more expensive then his bill. Let's backtrack here, the Cosmo in Vegas is like a sex hotel and they had a little sex toy basket in the room. I SWEAR I DIDN'T OPEN IT!! But the hotel put that charge on my bill and my boss called it out in front of all my co-workers after looking closely at the bill. Omg I could have died. I sounded like I was making excuses lol but I said they made a mistake and sure enough no one believed me. So, yeah. @jbkrupa

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    1. Oh my dear God that's awful! But I mean if they take you to a sex hotel what do they expect?? You can look at the basket but you can't touch?? hahaha What an amazingly embarrassing story :)

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  5. Yeah I totally feel you Dena! My embarrassing story is very similar to yours actually. It was one New Year’s Eve. I was in New York City.... not really feeling too well that day so I didn’t even drink for the Festivities haha. anyway it was so cold outside and I was feeling so hot since I was sick. The temperature difference made me feel worse. But I sucked it up and went out anyway because my friend paid a lot to rent a space for us to party. so by the end of the night it caught up with me and then the bus ride home was the main event. Basically I couldn’t take it anymore and threw up in my handbag! In front of everyone on the bus. I was so embarrassed since I was sober and well aware of my souroundings lol. And I did not keep that bag.

    Instagram: victoria_colonna

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    1. That's so similar!! And terrible! It just sucks because everything you use daily is in your bag and it all gets ruined - Poor Victoria! I feel for ya

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  6. I have two because I couldn’t decide which one was “more embarrassing” because I felt like changing my name and moving out of state for both. So, let’s get started with the first occasion. I was in High School, and I wasn’t popular, but also not an outcast, I fell in the middle. Most people knew me or knew of me, but after the following event, I was very well known and not it a good way. I believe it was my sophomore year of high school and that day during lunch there was going to be a dance contest. Now, I can not dance, but for some reason a few of my friends and I decided it would be a genius idea to enter and came up with a “dance routine” literally 30 minutes before the contest. So, lunch comes around and we get up on stage, (the stage was raised So everyone in the lunch room could see it) and immediately two of the four friends bailed within 30 seconds. The other friend and I left were probably the worst dancers of the group and we were shocked that we got left, and literally froze. After another 15-20 seconds we got our wits about us and RAN. Now, our school had three lunch shifts, so that should have meant only a third of the school saw it right? WRONG. Someone took a video of the whole ordeal and it went “viral” within our school. The next day none of us could go anywhere without being laughed at. Unfortunately, the incident followed me and was brought up by someone occasionally and resent around every so often for the rest of my high school years.

    Now, for story number two: Before I become a stay at home mom, I was an insurance agent and worked in customer service. So I took phone calls, and a portion of those phone calls got monitored to ensure I was doing everything by the book and expectations. Well, one day I came into work and had a meeting with the manager of my entire department, which is VERY unusual. So, I head into the room with the manager and the supervisor of the team that monitors those calls. Apparently, some people from corporate came down and listened to some random phone calls from random agents, and one of those calls were mine and I butchered it. (Don’t worry, nothing illegal or money wise was messed up. The customer wanted to cancel and I was supposed to try to get them to stay with us, but instead I just cancelled like they asked). My manager proceeds to chew me up one side and down another and berate everything from how much money I was making to aspects of my personal home life (which she knew nothing about). This sent me into a straight up panic attack and I was crying uncontrollably and having trouble breathing. This went on for about 30 minutes and throughout it all she is screaming, “STOP CRYING!” But that just made it worse. Meanwhile, the supervisor in the room looked miserable, and you could tell she wanted nothing more than to run from the room. When she is finally done chewing me out, I was sent back to my desk. My entire team could tell I was upset and then asked me what was wrong and I lost it again. In the middle of a floor of about 100 people I was crying uncontrollably. I left for the day, but by the next day people were already poking fun at me, and for the rest of my years there, whenever anyone had to give me criticism they would ask, “are you sure you can handle it?” So glad I don’t have to deal with that anymore!

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    1. KRIS!! Man, the first one was straight out of a teen movie and the second sounds more like a means for that supervisor to be fired and possibly sued for emotional distress - glad you made it through though!! hahaha

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