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"  One thing I can say for certain is that my most monumental coming-of-age moment was when I got my first front-row seat at a fashion show. As much as people like to claim they&amp;#039;re excited just to be invited, it&amp;#039;s that exclusive seating assignment that means you&amp;#039;ve made it. Fashion people love to protest their Siberia seats with but-I&amp;#039;m-working whines (&amp;quot;I really need to see the shoes!&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;It will be a better picture for the site!&amp;quot;), but let&amp;#039;s face it: It&amp;#039;s as much about being seen as it is about seeing. The quest for row one is comprised of three stages: The Crasher, The Invitee, and, finally, The Front Row. I achieved Stage One in 1992 by sneaking into the now legendary Marc Jacobs for Perry Ellis grunge show. With a confident tone and someone else&amp;#039;s business card, I masqueraded as a boutique owner and talked my way in. Stage Two: Receiving my first invitation to a fashion show was such a triumphant moment\u2014so what if I was an assistant and also the one sorting the mail? It was for row seven at a Todd Oldham show, and, with my name printed on it, it was beautiful. Stage Three: A few hard-work-filled years after my mail-sorting days, the moment came when I finally heard the magic words (whispered by a PR intern): &amp;quot;Seat One A.&amp;quot; I was a market editor at Allure, and the show was Jeanette Kastenberg. Finally, I would have &amp;quot;a better look at the shoes.&amp;quot; I had arrived. My fellow front-rowers were calling the shots in the industry, and that&amp;#039;s why they\u2014we!\u2014were granted the golden tickets. New York Fashion Week starts again next month, at Lincoln Center. And while the proverbial jockeying for those prime perches will be as intense as ever, the cast of characters has diversified since my Jeanette Kastenberg coup. There are still old-guard uptown editors clad in Chanel and Prada uniforms and hipster downtown editors in pseudo-rebellious leather and torn jeans, but they&amp;#039;re now intermingled with a new crew of front-row peacocks: bloggers, street-style stars, heiresses, celebrities, and red-carpet stylists. Here, I bring you my notes on how to dress for that front row\u2014or at least decode it if you&amp;#039;re following the shows via ELLE.com. Even mastering Stage One (crashers, you know who you are!) is best achieved by looking the part. And when you finally make it to the front, don&amp;#039;t be a stranger. I just might be sitting next to you. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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