Everything Leandra Wore to New York Fashion Week

Every season right after New York Fashion Week, I am granted an opportunity to indulge my fledgling narcissism and search for photos of myself to substantiate a bi-annual series, known unofficially as the “What I Wores.” Sometimes I am eager to do this work. Last September, for example, I felt like a new-but-old version of myself dressed proudly like a clown — a clown with purpose, who knows she’s a bag full of tricks. Other times (usually in February) it is somewhat mind-numbing because dressing through a snowstorm is kind of like having to deal with a cavity: inevitable, even though it seems to always catch you by surprise.

This season, though, I feel mostly impartial. I didn’t think very much about any of the outfits I wore before the fact, which is new for me given that I usually keep a running note in my iPhone of outfit ideas to pull from whenever I am stricken by a bout of un-inspiration. (Fashion week historically gets its own note of outfits.) The thinking, I guess, is that if I don’t know what to wear, I’ll put myself under pressure, crack under said pressure and then end up wearing something that makes me feel completely unlike myself. This year, I applied the “wing-it” method wherein I didn’t think at all about clothing until I was confronted with the daily obligation to get dressed. What I found is that I felt more like myself, for better (more entertaining outfit) or worse (not) — truly very comfortable for the entirety of the week. And so it goes that taking some pressure off, just doing you unabashedly without overthinking, seemingly wins again.

Leandra M. Cohen

Leandra M. Cohen is the founder of Man Repeller.

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