For the second challenge, our experiment became a study in contrast. I was still amazed by the overwhelming response to my cat ears, and I wondered what would happen if I were to wear the most basic of outfits to strut outside the shows. Enter, my glorious #FashionWeekProblems tee from K-Mart, which I paired with some unassuming dungarees (I’ll call jeans dungarees ’til I die, btw), black rubber flip flops, and a 3-day unwashed bun atop my head.
I felt the weight of a thousand glaring, disapproving eyes on my bosom as I climbed the stairs to Lincoln Center. How do people wear graphic tees in normal life and still retain a shred of dignity? I don’t think I want to know. As Ashley started snapping my photo, several other ‘togs turned to aim their cams at me before quickly deciding my get-up wasn’t worth their digital memory. It was all a bit sad, really–was being ignored by the street style photogs truly the worst #FashionWeekProblem off all?
It wasn’t a total bust–I got some much-needed cardio from walking slowly back and forth around the scene, hoping someone would stop me. And right when I’d about given up, a Jeremy Scott x Adidas sneaker donning gent, whom Ashley was shooting IRL, actually dared to say he liked my shirt! And not only that–my sartorial choice inspired him to share with me his own #FashionWeekProblem, which involved a broken shoe and a hot glue gun. Or something. I was too excited that someone cared about my special outfit to actually listen to what he was saying.