I enter a starchy space full of people gingerly sipping their complimentary champagne and get a serious bout of imposter syndrome – as I do whenever I enter a catwalk. Despite years of experience covering fashion week in New York Paris and London, the initial fear never seems to go away.
Still, I know that if I hold out, I will find fellow enthusiasts who have a genuine passion for what they do. And they are often extremely nice people. That was exactly the case this past SS25 season – and, true to form, while speaking to a seamstress, I felt my initial anxiety and nervousness dissipate. I remembered what I love about these annual events; why I pursued this career in the first place.
