'Snobbed Out' in a black dress

As Fashion Week continued and parties jumped off, I received advice from professional editors that was quite surprising. I had actually received the advice first while in Chicago, but when you are 18, you tend to miss a lot. \nThe advice was to more or less be 'snobbed out.' Being snobbed out is not just a materialistic way of life, but an attitude. My best friend, Gulia, who is from Russia, has it down perfect: Ignore those not on your level, watch the company you keep and never argue with anyone about anything, just move forward. Be 'snobbed out.'\nAs the week progressed, I began to notice situations and people, I began to realize the poignancy of the advice. When I walked into the tents Thursday, I decided to not follow the fashion groupies and instead wear something a little more conservative. \nI wore a lime green, quarter-sleeve, second skin shirt and gray pencil skirt with a dark green Eddie Bauer sweater and black heels. My legs and hips looked incredible, and while I was standing there, I heard someone ask, "Who is that girl? She looks fabulous in what she is wearing." \nAs I stood there with my nose up, I watched as the good advice paid off. All the security officers were asking me if I needed to get into any shows, and a public relations assistant ran up and asked me to come into the Esteban Crotazar show. \n(It is extremely difficult to get into shows to which you are not invited). \nThe next day I decided to go with a simple but sleek black, knee-length wrap dress, black heels and my new Anne Klein diamond-studded sparkling watch. The dress hugged my curves just right, and as I walked into the tents the security guard caressed my arm and held the door open. It was great. My new Anne Klein watch was blingin'. This was the night of the Zac Posen show, and I had to get in.\nWhen Mallory Zalkin walked into the tents, we complimented each other on our outfits and proceeded to head into the already packed line. As we schemed on how to get into the show, false names, bribery and so on, I came up with a better plan. I told Mallory we were going to stand in line with our noses in the air, making no eye contact with the people checking invitations and act like we owned the place. \nLow and behold, the plan worked. We were in the Zac Posen show, the hottest show of the year, with no questions asked. \nAs I stood there waiting for the show to begin, my act became real. I started to question whether or not I wanted to be around the people who attended the show. Everyone was there to see Puffy and Paris Hilton, two people who I couldn't care less about. As the show progressed, I realized I couldn't care less about the show, and apparently Paris Hilton felt the same way, as she checked herself out in a compact mirror during the presentation.\nBy the end of the show, I was more than ready to go. We were packed in like sardines, and a girl was on the floor vomiting. I didn't bother to exit out the front -- I went out the side happy to be gone. \nBy Saturday, I had taken the 'snobbed out' advice as gospel. As I waited for the Lloyd Klein show, Ivana Trump was doused in champagne by an overeager audience member, and I realized I must watch the company I keep. I would not want to be associated with that guy. \nIt all became clear: If you act the part, you will get the part. Discretion is needed in all walks of life, and when it comes to fashion, being snobbed out in a black dress is definitely in and will get you next to Ivana Trump.