Soooooo.... picking up where we left off in our last post: We were lucky enough to be among 20 "influential" New Yorkers tapped to participate in the New York segment of a six city cavalcade of local movers and shakers. All 120 of us participated in a fashion shoot in our respective cities which will culminate in an opening night New York Fashion Week event. Not only do we get to go to the party, but our images will also be part of a futuristic interactive installation. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? Our sweet-tempered canine companions in the photo below were (from the left) Floyd, Bert, Roger and Sharpie. Like us, they didn't know exactly what they were supposed to do but they tried really hard to please! (Click on photos to enlarge and to activate slide show.)
Bright and early (6:20 am to be exact) on Tuesday morning, Lincoln Town Cars pulled up to our respective abodes to fetch us for hair and makeup before our fashion shoot for 3.1 Phillip Lim for Target. Jean's journey occurred without incident. Valerie, on the other hand, took a different kind of trip. More on that later.
First stop after check-in: make-up of course. Courtney Edet and her colleagues made silk purses out of sows' ears. Jean was thrilled when they pronounced her as great "as is" because that meant she could spend more time at the catering tent, getting breakfast.
Christina Barberich from Refinery 29, one of the most influential New Yorkers we know, is also one of the most stylish. We loved the unique silver vintage necklace she wore to set off her red and white top and red bag, with Marnie shoes as the perfect finishing touch.
Gigi Guerra from Target made the scene.
Restaurateur Phil Wisner (right) is British, charming, handsome and funny, not to mention an owner of The Fat Radish and Leadbelly in the East Village. The tall, dark and handsome Canadian on the left is unfortunately leaving the East Village to return to Toronto before the 9/5 party.
Piera Gelardi from Refinery 29, a fellow dog-walker in the shoot who matched her canine (black dachshund) to her wardrobe, stopped in to visit Valerie, sequestered in a trailer. (More on that soon.)
Looking like a rowdy class photo from some uber-chic prep school out of Archie and Veronica comics, most of the talent (minus Valerie) came together for a group photo.
Everybody knows the expression "Have a nice trip, see you next fall" - and what it really means. Valerie's trip started when she stepped off the curb in front of her house, landed on all fours, and - the ultimate humiliation - saw her hat fly off before her. Miraculously, her wrought iron polyester pants were undamaged, but the same could not be said for her hands (dirty with newly pressed creosote), one knee turned up bruised, and something was very, very wrong with her left ankle. Having seen hundreds of movies and tv shows dealing with this subject by now, Valerie (carrying three shopping bags full of goodies for any eventuality except this one) turned around, went back upstairs, and found the very same Ace bandage which only two weeks before had been wrapped around her right foot. She was just barely able to wrestle her boot off her already swelling foot, and wrapped the Ace bandage around what appeared by then to be a subcutaneous egg. Then she had to find new shoes, because the boots would not go back on. She wore one pair (Melissa gladiators, bless them), and selected two other pairs just in case. She descended to the street again, this time with four bags (including the extra shoes), got into the car, and whipped out her brand new cell phone, which she still barely knows how to use. Calling the folks in charge of the shoot, she said "Please have a bag of ice for me - I've twisted my ankle."
LOTS and LOTS of credit has to go to everyone on the set - EVERYone knew before she arrived that she would need extra attention, and EVERYone was very solicitous and amazingly helpful. She got a bag of ice right away, and a leatherette sofa in a trailer to lounge on, like the diva she hopes to become one day. Jean memorialized the scene here:
People came by periodically to ask if Valerie needed anything (she didn't), stopped to chat and lift her spirits, but readers, you can imagine how irritating it is, and how embarrassing to be the only one who sits in a trailer while activity is a-bustling outside. At one point, a photographer offered to bring Valerie the rest of her outfit, which was safely sequestered, and discovered he couldn't - he was not authorized. Tightly run ship! Very inspiring and comforting! Here's the view from Valerie's divan. The photographer assured Valerie that they would only be taking still photos, so she didn't have to worry about walking. This was also comforting. HA! Little did we know!
When the time came for Valerie to emerge from her cocoon, it turned out that walking was indeed involved. And there were dogs for us to walk! Valerie accidentally got the two that "pulled", and asked to trade with Jean for the two that didn't. Amazingly, as long as she walked slowly, everything looked normal. The gent on the left of the food truck is one half of the Pace twins and two thirds of the band Blonde Redhead. His brother is obscured by the model in the Phillip Lim raincoat in the foreground. Wish we could tell Simone Pace from his brother Amadeo. Besides being a drummer, Simone collects and restores vintage Italian motorcycles.
After several takes, the director must have been satisfied, because they rolled out the green scrim. Here's Jean in front of the scrim. That's the photographer/director, running in from the right, to set the scene, and his right hand man by Jean, taking care of business.
What viewers get to see in the end is so fun and glamourous. What goes on to make that happen can be so different. We thought you'd like to see a behind-the-scenes scene. There's our right hand man again, holding Roger's and Floyd's leashes while he stands behind the scrim. We can't wait to see what that looks like when it's done. And the dogs were champs all the way!
This young model in Phillip Lim tuxedo resembled a young Alek Wek.
Here's one of the club-goers decked out in a flight suit for the occasion.
This club-goer rocked her vintage tee shirt from The Who's 1982 world tour. Jean actually saw them perform on that tour.
Of course, in 1982, our model wasn't even born! She does, however, make very tailored but delicate jewelry -- rings and necklaces.
Here's the other Blonde Redhead brother who was sweet enough to pose for Jean. (And check out that fabulous gray hair!)
Another of the impossibly gorgeous club-goers. Her friend Tennessee had similar long, blond locks and was one of the worker bees in our group.
Loved the vintage High Horses shirt worn by the skateboarder in our shoot.
Two of the female club-goers stopped for a shot with Jean before they went off duty and she threw on her wardrobe for the shoot.
Crew members like this one were so darling it was difficult to tell them apart from the models. Loved her high tops with black hearts with eyes. AND the graphic bracelets. (We think we know who makes the sneaks, but we're not tellin'.)
Two of the club-goers bid each other adieu.
This is a part of town we don't often get to see, so when the filming was over, Jean scampered and Valerie hobbled to take a few ambient pictures. This wall sculpture seems to say "park here at your own risk - doors will be confiscated, painted and hung patriotically so you can't complain about it".
This wonderful outdoor art must be about thirty feet long.
Jean took this shot of Valerie through the car window after she exited the limo.
And Valerie returned the favor. Although Jean got to go home and drop off her stuff and go to work, Valerie's exciting day was about to get even more so!
On the plus side, when Valerie got home, she realized all her bags had been personalized by the people in charge of the shoot. Again, very professional and reassuring. We had both prepared an extra outfit, as requested, just in case the first one didn't work out. (The first one did.) This bag had Valerie's second, which never even left the bag.
After dropping off all her things, Valerie got in yet another car and just about flew to her podiatrist. A visual examination revealed colorful bruising and all-over swelling; an x ray revealed a "chip". So Valerie, having only two weeks ago freed herself of a small unobtrusive soft black bootie on her right foot, has traded it in for a huge plastic moon bootie on her right foot, which is not to come off for a MONTH (or more). This thing has a rolling bottom, which gives Valerie a gait similar to Quasimodo's. Here it is, just after the doctor's assistant fitted it.
Bloody (so to speak) but unbowed, Valerie went to work the next day, and took this selfie to commemorate the event. All offers to model for the surgical device industry will be considered!
Stay tuned for the fashion week party next week!!!