New York New York So Good They Named It Twice

New York New York So Good They Named It Twice

1 November 2016

I’m not long back from a whirlwind trip to New York where home for a week was The London Hotel in central Manhattan, for New York Bridal Market week.

Arriving late at night into Newark airport I was aghast when the suitcase containing nearly the entire Jules Bly 2017 Spring /Summer collection of luxury wedding gowns didn’t appear on the crowded carousel.

Forty-five anguished minutes later, life took a turn for the better when the missing bag was located and returned to me from the unclaimed luggage department situated in the underbelly of the airport.

The following morning,  after a good night’s sleep in my sumptuous suite comprising of a parlour with mirrored French doors, parquet flooring and curved art deco style furniture, I slipped into my running shoes and took a meditative run from 54th street  into 5th Avenue,  up to and around the reservoir in beautiful, autumnal Central Park.  I used this running time to decipher my schedule for that day.

Converting the parlour into a silique showroom involved furniture rearrangement, displacement of certain pieces, casting for a sensorial model and running around Manhattan department stores at 9.30pm in search of soft furnishings to create a more feminine, romantic designer feel; color coordinated cushions, faux fur throws, vases, scented Lilly’s, delicate double roses, over-sized platters, New Zealand cheeses and let’s not forget the Champagne!

After three days of excited buyers, media, bloggers, other vendors (and Hurricane Mathew) breezing through- all as much in love with the new Jules Bly ‘Floating on a Dream’ collection as we are- it was time to correlate, muse and party! In true Kiwi fashion we opened the door to all the designers on the 28th floor and invited them in to celebrate the end of market. 

It seemed as if only a ‘New York Minute’ had passed before everyone was packing down their suites, rushing to close their overstuffed boxes for UPS  pick up and scrambling into their shiny black town cars heading directly to the airport. Deals were done, new friendships were formed, old friendships rekindled. 

Where to next?  The place I left my heart, of course; San Francisco.