It’s pretty commonly known that I don’t dress up for fashion week (or at least not more than usual). I’ve never had my photo taken by a street style photographer and I’m not really one of the cool kids with an ultra high fashion look.
At fashion week, I’d much rather take the photos than be in them. Bill Cunningham smiled at me today, which totally made my early morning presentation worth the trip all the way to the UWS. Everyone was shouting “we love you, Bill!” as he stood by the street outside Lincoln Center. And I saw a very dapper Hamish Bowles, although no Grace Coddington. Yet.
Over the seasons I’ve spent taking photos here, I’ve realized that the last thing I want to be doing is tugging at my outfit when I’m shooting a show or a presentation. I still like to look fashion week presentable, though. You won’t see me in cargo pants or a utility vest like some of the photographers in the pit, even if I am going to be on the media riser for my last show of the season. I’m a little nervous about the runway photographers, actually. Wish me luck, it’ll be my first time photographing as official press!