There’s something about New York Fashion Week that never really feels like just an event. For me, it has always been a timestamp. A way of measuring not only what’s happening in fashion, but what’s happening in my life at the same time.
I’ve been attending Fashion Week for almost a decade now. My first season was in September 2016, and I still remember how everything felt urgent then. I thought it was about being everywhere, seeing everything, documenting everything. I moved through those days like I was trying to earn my place in them.
But life has a way of changing how you enter the same rooms.
This season felt different. Not lighter, not easier, but quieter in a way that asked me to slow down and actually feel what I was moving through. Last year, I skipped Fashion Week entirely while my mom was undergoing cancer treatment. Coming back now isn’t about “returning to normal.” It’s about learning how to exist inside something familiar as a completely different version of myself.
And I wanted to document that.
🎥 A Visual Diary of NYFW
This video is the heart of this post — a slow, personal look at New York Fashion Week as I experienced it this season. The outfits, the in-between moments, the shows, the coffee breaks, the walking, the layering of real life and work.
It’s less about perfection and more about presence.
A Slow Re-Entry Into Fashion Week
This year, I approached Fashion Week differently. Less rushing, more intention. Less noise, more presence. I built in pauses where I never used to allow them. I chose coffee over chaos when I could. I let some moments be enough without trying to maximize them.
There’s a version of me that used to treat Fashion Week like a sprint. Back-to-back shows, no breaks, no lunch, outfit changes squeezed between everything, constantly trying to do more.
But I’m not that version of me anymore.
Now, I think about sustainability in a different way. Not just in fashion, but in energy. In emotion. In how much of myself I can actually carry through a full day without feeling like I’m disappearing inside it.
And this season, I wanted to protect that.
NYFW Diary: Day One, Two, Three & Beyond
Day One: Starting Soft
The first day began with a brunch hosted by a designer I was attending for. It was quiet, intentional, and unexpectedly grounding. Everyone wore the same dress in different sizes and styled it differently, which created this beautiful reminder that individuality doesn’t always come from having something unique—but from how we inhabit the same thing differently.
It felt like the perfect way to start the week: slowly, socially, present.
Day Two: Beauty, Soho & a Runway Shift
The second day was split between a beauty event in Soho and a runway show later that afternoon. I changed outfits in between, retouched my makeup quickly, and moved through the city in that very specific New York Fashion Week rhythm—half structured, half improvised.
What stood out most wasn’t the events themselves, but the transitions. The in-between moments. The walking, the switching of shoes, the quick breath before stepping into the next thing.
Those are the parts of Fashion Week that don’t always get documented, but somehow stay with me the most.
Day Three: Dressing With Intention
One of my favorite parts of this season has been rethinking how I dress for Fashion Week itself.
On one of the days, I styled pieces I’ve had for years. A coat I bought in 2019. A dress from 2020. Clothes I wore through completely different versions of my life.
There’s something powerful about that kind of repetition. It’s not just about sustainability in the literal sense—it’s about continuity. About recognizing yourself in pieces that have already lived with you through change.
I’ve also started dressing with more intention around the events I attend. Sometimes that means matching the energy of a designer’s work. Sometimes it means simply dressing in a way that feels aligned with how I want to move through the day.
It makes everything feel more connected, less performative.
Day Four: Layers, Energy & Real Life in Between
By day four, Fashion Week starts to feel like a rhythm you’re inside of rather than something you’re observing.
I layered outfits for warmth, for practicality, for comfort. I wore pieces I had already worn earlier in the week. I met friends for coffee between presentations. I let the day be a mix of work and real life, without trying to separate the two too cleanly.
That’s something I’ve been leaning into more and more: the idea that life doesn’t have to be compartmentalized to be meaningful.
Sometimes the most “fashion week” thing I do is sit and talk with a friend I haven’t seen in months.
A Different Kind of Fashion Week
What I’ve realized this season is that I don’t want to experience Fashion Week the way I used to. Not because I don’t love it—but because I do. And loving something long-term requires adapting to who you are now, not who you were when you started.
Grief changes you. Motherhood changes you. Time changes you. And instead of resisting that, I’m trying to let it inform how I move through spaces I used to rush through.
This season wasn’t about going back. It was about learning how to stay.
Closing Thoughts
If there’s one thing this season reminded me, it’s that growth isn’t always loud. Sometimes it looks like doing the same thing you’ve done for years, but doing it with more awareness. More boundaries. More softness. More honesty about what you can actually hold at any given time.
I used to think Fashion Week was about being everywhere. Now I think it’s about being present where you actually are. And maybe that applies to more than just Fashion Week.
Thank you for reading and for being here with me in this version of things.
I’ll keep sharing as I go.
xx, Flor.
