Fashion Week! This just in…not me
I kind of live for Fashion Week. I’m late to the party on this. I did not know that the characters responsible for my beloved Vogue, Bazaar, etc magazines, the editors, the designers, -gasp- the models! can be stalked seen parading to and from the shows. I had no idea. It’s like a magazine come to life. It’s the equivalent of how a sports fan feels when they have great seats to an important game. A game that comes twice/year. Let’s go team! I need some popcorn! Get outta my way, you’re blocking me! Okay – everybody calm down.
I love street photography – a la Scott Schuman’s www.thesartorialist.com. To be able to combine my passion for photography with my passion for fashion (that is so corny but I couldn’t resist), well it’s kind of a dream come true. So yea, I bring my camera with its big flash and I dress in black and try to fade into the scenery and I snap away. Last Fashion Week, I snagged a photo of Anna and I kind of die for this photograph. I have it framed not only at home, but in on my desk in my office.
I also had the fanfrickingtastic luck of attending some of the shows. I won’t go into details but Mr. photog from the New York Times who shared your pass with me – I will love you forever. I got the most insane shots during several shows and it was one of those once in a lifetime moments which I, of course, squeezed every ounce of joy out of. Gimme that joy – it’s mine! I have enlargements from that day on my walls at home. Thank you God or whoever bestowed that upon me. I told my son “it was a gift from God!”. He said “no it wasn’t. It was a gift from that guy who gave you his pass!”. -whatever-
But…this year, I haven’t gotten inside yet. Yet. Yes, “yet”. But I cannot forget the real reason I even started to go over to the shows in the first place, which was – to take photos of the editors, buyers, models, and various attendees. I will post a full album for my Facebook people but here are a few that I got today. I have the day off one day this week and I intend to do some major stalking. Stay tuned. Oh and if I do get arrested, like my husband seems to think I will, I’m calling Anna.
…more to come…