|A street style photographer/blogger at Lincoln Center|
|A less than stellar shot of Miroslava Duma, outside Thakoon|
- 8:19am - Amtrak from Philly to NYC
- 10:30am - Attended presentation of Nina Skarra at The Box, Lincoln Center
- 11am - Hit up Milk Studios for something or other on a tip from Big Rube of Street Gazing. Couldn't figure out what was happening there. Left. Got one cool shot of some dude with gold teeth on the way out.
- Noon(ish) - Up the street 12 (or so) blocks to catch the crowd exiting Derek Lam. Scott Schuman was there, along with Phil Oh, Tommy Ton, Eddie Newton, and (gasp) Bill Cunningham, so we knew it was the place to be.
|Bill f@#king Cunningham!!!|
- 1pm - Headed down the street another ten blocks for the crowd outside DKNY. Lots of photogs, but not much to shoot. Took more shots of Bill Cunningham.
- 1:30ish - Moved over to the corner of 26th and 11th, where Adam Katz Sinding, Youngjun Koo, Eddie Newton, Wataru Bob Shimosoto, all photographers whose work I admire, were attempting to get exclusive pics of editors exiting cabs. Didn't pan out. But I had a nice conversation with Adam Katz Sinding. He has left his job as a concierge at the W Hotel since I interviewed him back in July. It was getting in the way of his shooting schedule. Plus, he figured out he could make more money without actually "working." Got tips from him on where to go next and followed them.
|The cool kid photogs, outside Thakoon.|
- 2:30 - Lunch
- 3pm - Up the street a couple of blocks to catch the crowd at Thakoon. Adam (the guy with the beard in the picture up top), Youngjun, Wataru and the other cool kid photogs were there. So was Yvan "Facehunter" Rodic. Once again, we figured we were in the right place, and were rewarded with pics of Miroslave Duma (above), Bryanboy, Michelle Harper (below), Susie Lau, and others. Most of mine were not good enough to post. I suspect some of the more experienced photogs had better luck.
|Michelle Harper, outside Thakoon|
- 3:45pm - Dashed up to Lincoln Center to shoot those heading in to Diane Van Furstenberg. The scene was swarming with photographers and posing fashionistas. I had more or less lost interest in shooting by this point.
- 4:25pm - Back to Penn Station to catch the train home, exhausted. Kept shooting pictures in my head all night long.
|Photographer outside Diane Van Furstenberg|
I also learned that the line between paparazzi and street style photographers is getting blurrier all the time. The street style set dress better, clearly. The "actual" paparazzi I've encountered so far tend to be schlubby middle-aged men in puffy black coats. There are few Doc Martens or designer trench coats among them. Their facial hair is not nearly so intricate. And they have little interest in shooting fashion editors or models. The other day, shooting at the backstage entrance to Lincoln Center, I heard one paparazzo talking on the phone. "No," he said, a hint of irritation to his voice," it's all just models here."
|Photographer or stylista? Blogging all but eliminates that distinction.|
Nonetheless, street style photography as a practice has a good deal in common with paparazzi activity. And it can feel just as morally ambiguous.
Today, I've got a street style hangover. I'm a little bit dehydrated. A little bit worn out. And a little bit grossed out by my day of chasing the stars. I'm looking forward, I have to admit, to getting back on the streets of Philly shooting ordinary people with an interesting look. But that's days from now. Tomorrow I'm heading back out on the means streets of NYFW to get some awesome shots of some over-the-top fashionistas. I'm looking forward to it too, in spite of myself.