green scarf girl

It’s Fashion Week in Berlin. One of the most prestigious events of the year. An event for which some people would be willing to do almost anything to get their hands on a ticket. It’s the one time of the year when your life depends on the contents of your wardrobe, and the only question that matters when it comes to an event such as this is, “what in the world am I going to wear?” Because, afterall, you have to look absolutely ravishing.

Fashionistas are everywhere, dressed to the nines, dressed to stand out. Their fur coats and outrageous hairstyles are just begging for you to look in their direction. The moment you’re swept through the front doors, out of the cold and away from the buzzing streets, your world is instantly transformed into an elaborate realm of wonder and excitement, where the champagne is complémentaire for all and your every wish is their command. But the real treat lies beyond the doors marked RUNWAY. It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Lights. Camera. Action.

Models enrobed in haute couture prance elegantly up and down the catwalk, leaving the audience mesmerised in applause. The odd purse of the lips follows the outfits which aren’t quite as impressive as the rest and your mind is blown swiftly in the direction of new fashion tips for the season- the dos and the don’ts and the temptation to go shopping and spend money that you may or may not have. The designer has absolutely outdone herself and the crowd goes wild as she takes the stage, overwhelmed by the reaction that has followed her masterpiece. It’s everything she could have ever dreamed of and her success is finally made known.

The evening comes to an end sooner than you had hoped and you find yourself clinging onto the last moments of feeling like a high-class celebrity. You slip in front of the cameras and hope that your picture lands up online, and you rush over to the bar to indulge in the last free cocktail that you’ll ever have. All the glamorous hype and excitement slowly begin to fade, as it’s time to collect your coat and make your way back through the city and back to reality.

At the end of the night, you will lie in your bed and reflect on the magic of the evening and reminisce on the dazzling memory that you were able to tick off from your bucket list. It’s memories like these which never have to fade. Even when the week is through and the event has come to an end, you will always be able to say that YOU WERE THERE and you were fabulous.