Last Thursday was the first day of New York Fashion Week Fall 2013. It was also my first time at the event. As a street style blogger/researcher of street style blogs, it felt like my debutante coming out party, and I had all the nerves you would expect to go along with that. I didn't sleep well the night before, woke up at 4:45am rearing to go. I'd been at IFBcon (the convention for Independent Fashion Bloggers) all of the previous day, meeting other bloggers, taking photos, and gathering info about how best to infiltrate the events (I'll post more on that another time). Dee, a street style photographer who shoots for Racked New York and her own blog, http://peladopelado.com/, among other places, gave me some advice, and we planned on meeting up somewhere amidst the chaos of Lincoln Center. I'm not entirely sure what I was imagining. An occult society of elite bloggers moving through foggy city backstreets in Burberry raincoats. Secret handshakes. Back alley deals. Giant security guards barring access to everyone but Leandra Medine and Bryanboy. I was prepared to comb the grounds for hours prior to finding a good place to shoot. What I was not quite prepared for was how easy it all was. You just walk up to Lincoln Center with a camera and join the 50-150 other street style bloggers hanging out in the courtyard. I had no idea.
|A blogger at Lincoln Center|
|Phil Oh photographing Susie Bubble.|
This is not a criticism. I don't see any way around us all having similar shots. We're occupying the same square, eying the same fashion show attendees. And only so many people pass through. I found it easier, in fact, to pay attention to the motion of photographers than to spot stylish people. The real trick is spotting them first. That's when you get the best poses. I'll show you some of my first spots on another day. For now, here's another shot I share in common with Koo.
And finally (for today) here's the rest of the girl whose glasses are featured up top (along with the perfect accessory — a friend). I don't know who these girls are. But they certainly were dressed to get attention. That seems to be the name of the game at NYFW. It's silly. It's kinda dumb, but I gotta say, shooting NYFW is fun. If shooting street style in Philly is caffeine, shooting at NYFW is straight up meth.