My First Fashion Week: Beautiful, Chaotic, and Completely Unforgettable
I finally made it to Fashion Week - and baby, it was a ride.
The girls and I touched down in New York ready to take it all in, but nothing (and I mean nothing) could’ve prepared me for what Fashion Week actually feels like on the ground. It was incredible, exciting, and also... a little bit overwhelming. When I tell you I’m still exhausted thinking about it.
As someone who’s been in the content game for a minute, you’d think I’d be used to fast-paced schedules and high-pressure environments - but this was a different beast. Shows, activations, guest lists, PR contacts, outfit changes, Uber delays, last-minute location swaps... it felt like I was thrown to the wolves. There was absolutely no way I could have prepared for this. Immersing myself was the only way.
And let’s be honest - your girl doesn’t get out that much anymore. So showing up looking good, staying organized, creating content, and keeping up my energy all day long? That was the real challenge. There were definitely moments where I was running on iced coffee and prayer. But I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
One thing that truly saved me that weekend was being styled by The Great Put On, a boutique from Martha’s Vineyard with a location right here in Boston’s Seaport. They allowed me (and a few of my girls) to pull pieces to style for the weekend—and THANK GOD, because their collection really tied my looks together and had me stepping out feeling like I belonged in the room.
I also worked closely with @bnto.rent to pull the final pieces for each look. Between both brands, I was able to put together outfits that felt true to me - effortless, bold, and fashion-forward, without sacrificing comfort or identity. The clothes really carried me through each day and gave me the confidence I needed to show up fully.
Despite the chaos, it was magic. I got to see some truly stunning collections, meet new people who just get it, and create memories I’ll hold onto forever. Being surrounded by that level of creative energy? Whew. It lit a fire in me.
Fashion Week also reminded me that alignment is real. That when you’re in the right place, at the right time, with the right people - things just click. I always know I’m on the right path when random blessings start falling into my lap. A chance encounter. A divine introduction. A moment that feels too perfect to be coincidence.
This time, it came through the Black in Fashion Council. My girl KoKo brought us to a showroom to check out a designer she wanted to support - someone being highlighted by the council for his work. His pieces were incredible, and the space was buzzing with the energy of Black creatives making waves. Designers, photographers, stylists, editors - all showing up, all showing out.
As we made our way through the showroom, soaking it all in, we noticed a photographer trailing us (in the best way). We eventually introduced ourselves - his name was Marvin, and he was covering the showroom for The Washington Post.
Now ask me why - out of everyone in that room, with hundreds of photos taken - the one they chose for the cover image of the article was me. Just me, being present.
We took so many photos that day. But the one that captured the moment? The one they published? It was the one I awkwardly posed for, the one I never would have expected to be used for literally anything.
I can’t make this up.
That’s alignment. That’s purpose. That’s what happens when you follow the pull and trust the path.
So here’s to firsts. To the chaos. To the fashion. And to being exactly where you’re meant to be - even when you don’t realize it in the moment. Best believe, I’ll be back for the next one… and this time? I’ll be ready.
Want to see the moment for yourself?
Check out this Washington Post article featuring the Black in Fashion Council—and yes, that’s me on the cover.
Alignment is real, y’all.
