No staged – but not staged – outfit shots. Removing my coat was not an option. Plus my getup consisted of black leather pants and a vintage blouse (see last shot). Good for me but boring for photos; after a while you’d begin to think I never showered.
Fashion Week brought me to NYC this time. How I missed the 7 day forecast with the growling snowflake is a mystery.
Yes, this trip was more business less play. In 10 days I racked up 4 shows (thank you Ground Crew), a nervous “Are you nervous?” to Richard Chai, and a few jokes with the lovely Aymeline.
My photos show my desperate attempt to capture the choas of the city, backstage fashion week, and my search for neoprene.
For the concerned, I remained accident free.
Gold leather shot taken at the Hache presentation.