Rob Kim/WireImageAs one of your E! Style Collective insiders and as an E! News correspondent, it's a part of my job to bring you access to the top designers and celebs, be ahead of the trends and keep it honest when it comes to reporting.
I've covered New York Fashion Week for so many years that I consider it to be my dysfunctional boyfriend: I love you and hate you, but we will always make up.
That being said, all designers, style stars and celebs are not created equally. So, here were the good, bad and WTF moments of fashion week, in my humble opinion, of course.
Some names have been redacted—blind-item style—to save these hot messes from themselves. I am also calling out myself—because, hey, I deserve it.
The Beautiful
Carolina Herrera
Days like Monday, February 16 are why I adore covering Fashion Week. I always start this Monday by interviewing the one and only Carolina Herrera. Mrs. Herrera's team dressed me. Her longtime publicist Marie Griffin made sure I sat front row. Mrs. Herrera knows how to give a newsworthy sound bite. Plus, the collection was stunning.
Zac Posen
My final show of the day was Zac Posen's. The way I feel about Zac is hard to put into words. He's such a kind, hard-working person who has dressed me for so many occasions. He holds a special place in my heart. I had to joke with Zac that he is stealing my crew of friends and even my intern, Clemente! The ladies I love: Rihanna, Katie Holmes and, of course, show-stopper Naomi Campbell shut it down for Zac.
The Bad
Fashion Try-hards
Too little time; too many wannabes, established or otherwise, dropping celebrity names. I get it—you have a pass to fashion week. At some point all that fabulousness and fakeness becomes too much.
Bougie Stylists
It's a crazy dream to get to wear gowns custom made for you. It's a nightmare when a stylist belittles you, tells you your borrowed Cartier jewelry is cheap and she only wears Harry Winston. What? Bring back my dynamic, kind stylists PJ and Raia ASAP. Help! SOS! Man down.
The WTF?!
Our Bad!
At a certain show, which shall remain nameless out of our own shame, my producer Eleni and I were desperately trying to get to our crew, but we were trapped behind a rack of clothes. I had the "bright" idea to climb under the rack and made Eleni come with me. That's when the road went rocky. We stepped on a couture dress as they were doing last looks on the models. We were screamed at by the seamstress, as we should have been.
Angry Publicists
The moment I hit rock bottom involved being yelled at by a publicist who was wearing a ball gown at a show that was featuring street wear. Luckily, the New York press had my back and shut her down.
Let's be real: These are not real complaints; these are just moments in time. I love my job. I love my team. I love fashion week and all of you for supporting what we do at E! and for the E! Style Collective.