Last September was the first season I attended New York fashion week, so I’m still a big nerd about getting invited to fashion shows. Today, I received my first-ever *paper* invitation in the mail for the Nicole Miller Fall/Winter show coming up in less than a couple weeks. It’s black with silver lettering and it’s embossed with cool geometric patterns and comprised of very thick and sturdy card stock. As I ran my fingers across the embossed paper I wondered if it somehow represented the fabrics in Nicole Miller’s 2011 fall line. I held it in my hand and looked at the date, Friday February 11, Six O’Clock PM, and imagined that day on my calendar. Two Fridays from now, towards the end of the work day, I’ll be heading to see Nicole Miller’s latest designs. The location reads: The Studio at Lincoln Center. I imagined walking across the courtyard past the fountain. I saw myself flash my press badge at the security guard, and immediately felt embarrassed for feeling proud. I wondered (hoped and prayed) if Kim Crawford would have a perpetually open wine bar again this season. And (of course) I wondered what I would be wearing. Will I torture myself with heels or will I be kind to my feel with something more comfortable?
Prior to the Nicole Miller invitation, I received 25 fashion show invitations via email. After a brief moment of glee that someone actually invited me to a fashion show, I quickly moved the emails to my “Fashion Week” folder and planned to go through them all and mark my calendar later.
I love Evite and support digital anything in lieu of killing trees. And I’ve been an internet person for, like, ever, so I can’t believe I’m saying this. But is there value for humans in touching and holding things, even inanimate ones? Does looking at things on a computer screen rather than caressing and holding them deprive us of something (am I the only one who caresses my invitations?)? Or does it really just not matter at all? Thoughts?