11/11/2016 0 Comments Take the riskLast weekend I was fortunate enough to travel to New York City by myself and attend FashionistaCon. It was an overall inspiring beautiful experience where I got to meet people who have the same love I have for the fashion industry. I got to learn first hand experience from industry leaders whom I admire and find inspiration to be ambitious in pursuing my dreams. I was living my dream by walking alone throughout 7th ave and Fashion Ave, and buying coffee that was from small coffeeshops. My first morning in NYC i woke up extra early just to order coffee and a small pastry, and walked over to the nearest Tiffany's store to recreate a moment of solitude like the one Holly Golightly has before starting her day.
I loved that from New York City, the power of being completely alone to think, but at the same time being with millions of people and somehow communicating with them. After my quick breakfast I was able to walk up two blocks before realizing I was wearing a skirt in a 55 degree weather, and I decided to extend my arm up and hail a taxi. I felt very independent and powerful to step out of that taxi and walk straight into the the doors of the conference. My boots were really made for walking, but at that point I was strutting, and definitely feeling welcomed at the place. Throughout the day I was part of mentoring sessions, speaker panels form great people, and surrounded by beautiful vibes from complete strangers. I got to share a Photo Booth moment with strangers and feel like I bonded with them over the same life goals. Leaving that room of wonderful people I felt like I was leaving a place that understood how important fashion is for me, and the true significance from building a brand. I t was very tough to move out of the conference, back to the concrete jungle and finding something to eat for dinner. I hailed another cab and went to an area that seemed recognizable, and stopped there to walk around. I went to some burger place that was blasting alternative rock and had low lighting, perfect fist-date location. Since I was alone, the waitress pointed me towards the bar, and I sat there witnessing all the craft beer choices I was not going to taste that night. As the night progressed and I was enjoying a double patty, extra cheese goodness with fries on the side, I noticed more people around me started to get drunk and my bartender, by this point he was my friend, kept pushing them out of our conversation. Leaving the restaurant the bartender and the waitress were kind enough to pack me a cookie on the house for me to take on my plane the following day. Sarah, the waitress, was kind enough to walk with me one block closer to my hotel and advised me to "never give up", an overused phrase that I love to hear. Just like that my time in NYC was over and I only had seven hours to catch my plane back home. Before parting my plane i stopped by to get pizz and walked through many stores to admire the beautiful displays and the stories behind each one. Afterwards I just took off. I arrived back home and nothing felt the same, it felt better. I was missing NYC, but I know I will be back and I need to start acting on my goals right now which just inspired me more to work harder. I want to build fashion that unifies people, empowers them, and creates a loving atmosphere for people to become more acceptant of themselves. I want others to view the kind of fashion I see, the kind of fashion that helped me be who I am today. It will always be hard to follow your dreams and people will try to take you out form being fearless with those dreams, but sometimes you just have to hop on the next flight to NYC and find out for yourself if the risks are worth it. (Spoiler alert: It is always worth it)
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