This and this are backstage photos at the Jay McCarroll fashion show, posted on the Project Runway blog. I look like a complete slob in the 2nd photo; I wish I could say it was just a bad pic, but alas I looked worse in person. When planned the schedule for the day, I had big plans of enjoying lunch on Lincoln Road, then consulting with the stylists at the hair salon nearby, and then walking home to change into my cute pre-planned outfit to wear for the big night. It was all going to be so glamorous.
Cut to me, sitting on the bathroom floor in Jay's hotel room, steaming the wrinkles out of day-glo dresses and slouchy sweaters for hours on end. I had to sit in that corner and that corner alone because that was the location of the only working electrical outlet; we blew the fuse to the rest of the room when we tried to plug in another iron, as well as play the stereo. Pop. So with only one electrical outlet (or is that "electric outlet"?) there was much steaming for just one person to complete. There was no time for going home to change. There was no time for the cute outfit-ness. I was sloppy all day.
Although all in all, it was such a fantastic event. Those day-glo clothes, honestly, were striking and totally wearable. And Jay is as bright and fun as you would imagine, not to mention a joy to work with. Everything was fun, everything was a party, and we only started about 30 minutes late--which in fashion-show-world means we started early. Although God help you if you sit down at a restaurant with him, and you happen to have a cute male waiter, as Jay thinks nothing of tossing out blush-inducing flirtations like he is asking for more chips.
Or he will start vogueing and cuss you out.