I'm going to round up another year the best way I know how: by travel. The list below doesn't include NYC (all boroughs), Jersey City and Hoboken because I'm in those places so regularly they don't count. So here (in no particular order) is My Year In Cities, 2011.
Milan, Italy
Bergamo, Italy
Zurich, Switzerland
Luzern, Switzerland
London, UK *
Southampton, UK
Liverpool, UK
Douglas, Isle of Man, UK
Peel, Isle of Man, UK
Beaumaris, Wales, UK
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Wales, UK
I'm going to round up 2010 the best way I know how: by travel. The list below doesn't include NYC (all boroughs), Jersey City, Newark and Hoboken because I'm in those places so regularly they don't count. So here (chronologically) is My Year In Cities, 2010.
Know what that is? That's an excerpt from a semi-interview I gave this week for Boingo's HotSpot blog. Boingo, for the uninitiated, is the world's largest network of WiFi hotspots. When I really need to get online, their WiFi has saved my tail in far too many airports and cafes to name. So even though you won't find me flashing my face all over the internet, when Baochi at Boingo asked me--in my role at Jaunted's editor--for some business travel tips, I was like "oh, totally."
The piece--check it out here--on my tips for making Biz Travel fun includes a couple pics of me and a little bio, and I stand by everything I've said there. I write what I know.
Where I worked this week: the room desk at the Hotel Palomar Philadelphia
I've had quite the busy last few weeks. This being summer and all, people are all over the world and I've been double-timing it with the stories. So, partially to back up my excuses for not writing here so much and partially to brag about how much work I did this week, I present: My week in work...
Okay, internet. We need to talk. I am about to make severe generalizations, but this rant needs to happen. It keeps entering my head when I see particular examples of the below day in and day out.
Fashion people don't get Twitter. There's nothing sadder than hearing that so-and-so big fashion names, who are otherwise terribly interesting people, have joined Twitter and then seeing that their tweets are so uninteresting to the point of annoyance. It's even worse if they start using texting language ("lol," "ur"). Fashion PR people and some bloggers/journalists are the exemption; it just seems to be the fashion personalities who don't get it.
Travel people get Twitter too much. Sure, it's an excellent networking tool and a platform for getting your name out there and your travel stories read, but when your tweets contain hashtags up the wazoo, weeks of references to an obscure convention you attended along with maybe 12 of your 1,200 followers, and 30 rapid tweets that show one side of a conversation on travel tips, you suck. #unfollow.
Fashion people travel way more than travel people. I could probably scientifically prove this if I had to. Fashion people--those actually involved in the fashion machine--are all over the place, all the time, and jumping continents comes naturally quickly. Life is one beautiful trip from Paris to Milan to New York to Miami to Shanghai to Moscow to the wilds of Norway to Buenos Aires and beyond. Travel people, on the other hand, have their destinations. It's a trip and then home. Trip and then home. Unless you're doing an around-the-world, but even then you're still not traveling with the freedom of fashion people.
Travel people do the fashion thing with difficulty. A prime example is something I've been championing whenever possible--that travel shoes do not have to be ugly. I realize this is an uphill battle, that tourists will forever be wearing Kipling fanny packs and Teva sandals, but damnit at least try for some personal style? If you can plan a 3-week long Shinkansen tour of Japan, then surely you can put something better than Crocs and Nike on your feet. And buying an Alexander McQueen scarf in London or a Chanel bag in Paris is NOT what I mean; that doesn't count.
Before it becomes almost six months since my last post, I will do some quick updating and then (hopefully) resume blogging here on a regular basis. Just so everyone is clear: I am a pro blogger at other sites, which takes up all my time and doesn't usually make me want to keep blogging in my free time. But alas.
My last six months in:
High Heels:
I almost bought these Proenza Schoulers
and these Givenchys,
but ended up buying these Christian Sirianos
and these Zaha Hadids.
Dress Flats
My love for Y-3 continues with these gold Washibas
Memories from Roma soccer games stream back with these Italy World Cup limited-edition Puma Tekkies
Boots:
The Barneys sale comes through again as I score the Prada Runway F/W 09 black garter boots
Another fashion week down, who knows how many more to go. This season, we expanded Racked into Racked NY and Racked National, and with more on the team, I was able to cool it a bit with the dashing from show to show, a contrast to the frantic schedule of last September.
It's Fashion Week in New York. Again. And I am getting PISSED OFF. Not only does this seem to be the year for everyone to plagiarize my work, but it also looks to be the year that blogs play right into the hands of marketers, and stay there. This is mainly happening with "independent" fashion blogs, who accept a stream of free packages from brands, and then promote the company via social media streams as a "thanks."
It is a drug to them. Once they've accepted a free pair of Nike shoes in exchange for a tweet, why not take a pair of exotic-skinned Jimmy Choos for a little blog post? And you can imagine how this snowballs until we reach the point we're at now--where most fashion blogs are simply paid mouthpieces for brands. Even though they've lost the innocence and objectivity that came before the glut of free stuff, the readers are still there; they just don't have a clue that their favorite blogger is only recommending a shampoo because he/she's getting a kickback for doing so. There are very very very few fashion blogs--ones that have been around for more than two years--that aren't exactly as I describe above. Refuse to believe me? Fine. No one discloses the swag anyways, so for readers--ignorance is bliss.
Back to how Fashion Week comes into this. If you are on the MB Fashion Week official press list as I am, then you receive all sorts of offers. Salons want to give me a makeover "to build a relationship" = you talk us up on your blog, and we'll give you hundreds of dollars worth of salon treatments. Jewelry designers offer to send me free pieces, and wannabe fashion designers try to lure me to their showrooms with the promise of free champagne and "a gift." Apparently bloggers will be the celebrity billboards of this decade.
NO THANK YOU. All this business gives me the creeps. And I am extremely fortunate to write for a fashion blog (2 years and counting) that has a contract that forbids me from accepting these offers, just in case I am ever tempted. If we receive advance copies of books to review, we review them without bias and then do a giveaway of the book for our readers. We fight the good fight to retain credibility and build authority. And it's working.
And about the bloggers that accept everything that lands on their doorstep--we get the same pitch emails you do, and when you tweet or blog about your hot new kicks or that trip you just took, or when you wear the ill-gotten goods to the same events and we see you bragging...we know that you are a sucker for it. Minus one point credibility.You are compromised. It's only too bad your readers can't see it from this angle.
Dear Suzy Menkes, please put all this into better, Brit-accented words for me...