Every September marks a season of new beginnings. Summer is finally over, kids are back in school, and New York Fashion Week is officially upon us. This year is shaping up to be the biggest one in recent memory, with just over 100 designers showing IRL and online, including a few Europeans. We’re hitting the streets to catch all the happenings in real time, and our editors are capturing content faster than you can say “runway.” Keep scrolling for our roundup of highlights from each day, from runway looks to A-list sightings and anything and everything between. Make sure to check back here as we continue to dish on the best things we saw, gossiped about, ate, etc.
Day One: Thursday, Sept. 8
My caffeine intake typically doubles to make it through fashion week. The first stop of the morning—a party to celebrate the launch of Dior’s new J’adore scent—was unrelated to the day’s shows, but fueled me up for running around the city with a very chic gold latte nonetheless.—Margaux Anbouba, Beauty Editor
Saks was handing out bumps at its annual NYFW party co-hosted by Chloë Bailey—of caviar, that is. (You have to keep it classy.) Pair that creative app with its signature drink, the L’Avenue Cosmopolitan, and sightings of James Charles and James Harden, and you’ve got a perfect start to the chaos that is fashion week.—Madison Rexroat, Fashion and Accessories Assistant
My first show of the season was emerging designer Lu Chen, whose collection of surreal gowns and pretty damn perfect utilitarian skirts juxtaposed wonderfully with its setting, right in the heart of Flatiron. Bringing fashion to the streets has a whole new meaning!—Kevin LeBlanc, Fashion Associate
I’m not gonna lie, I cried my eyes out last night at the Lionne show, when designer Latoia Fitzgerald’s boyfriend, pro basketball player Rajon Rondo, proposed to her RIGHT in front of me at the end of the show. A truly unforgettable moment.—Jade Vallario, Market Editor
My main thought when I arrived at Opening Ceremony’s 20th anniversary party: What year is it? Held at Schimanski, an industrial warehouse-slash-night club in Brooklyn, the celebration of OC20 felt like a time warp to the early 2000s, when indie sleaze was at its peak. Fittingly, Cobrasnake, the unofficial documenter of Y2K nightlife, was in attendance taking photos. Bowen Yang and Ilana Glazer got in on the action, too.—Claire Stern, Digital Deputy Editor