Marissa Webb’s backstage action was quite literally a boiling pot of talent that was overheating and threatening to erupt into the calm of the runway. And when I say “overheating” I mean it. The Maybelline crew was applying makeup as much as they were dabbing away model sweat (which they should have been collecting to auction on eBay), I was sweating my camera out of my hands, and we were all aggressively hogging the one industrial fan shared between about a hundred people in a room smaller than a hallway closet.
My favorite part of fashion week has to be all the commotion and this cramped backstage was in excess. Half the fun comes when you literally, like literally, trip over an E! news personality not once, but twice, and get in all their beautifully composed shots and piss off the camera crew as you run around backstage more flustered than anything else. If only I could’ve “accidentally” tripped Marissa Webb herself, before heroically catching her, professing my love for her vision, and then photographing her every ad campaign until the end of eternity. One can dream, I guess. Speaking of Marissa Webb, she was the first designer I saw weaving through the backstage crowd, fully present in the prep work happening minutes before the show. Most of the other designers gave a solitary glimpse after the runway waterfall, successfully hiding backstage the entire time. You go Marissa.
The pandemonium backstage was certainly fun, because it meant inadvertently rubbing shoulders with hordes of international talent. I met people from all over the world, including native New Yorkers, fresh-faced Russian models with knives for cheekbones, even a 48 year old makeup artist who flew in from Singapore and didn’t look a day over 25. He had a sizzling sense of humor, evident from how picked apart the makeup looks of some of the backstage paparazzi and questioned the fame of pretty much every insta-famous makeup guru. Trying to photobomb Brad Goreski’s selfies and news coverage was fun, but taking selfies with Meredith Mickelson was even better. (Cue: maybe its Maybelline, maybe its Meredith). The excitement of it all had me feeling a little silly, and the models were more than happy to break out a goofy expression after endlessly being asked to look fierce. Big personality was everywhere.
Marissa Webb backstage was an experience in itself, just wait until you peep the runway.