So last week I was in New York shooting Fashion Week. Ironically, I barely took any photos outside of the shows even though I was hauling around my camera and lenses all day long, but at least my phone was always to hand.
I rented a great apartment from Airbnb in the East Village, handily near to Artichoke where I immediately went for a pizza. Even better as leftovers for breakfast the next morning.
Bought a whole bunch of beauty shit in Duane Reade, light of my life, including a ton of Essie ($8 each!).
Took the subway a lot.
Wore some very ~glamourous~ outfits in the black > grey > white colour scheme, lol. Didn’t even pack any heels. #comfyfashionweek
Leopard is a neutral. To be fair, this isn’t even as bad as London, by which point I was basically wearing one of my 3 pairs of identical black jeans and Isabel Marant trainers everyday. The good news is that no-one is looking at what I wear anyway, so who cares.
Loved the Dennis Basso presentation, it was like a fairytale.
Momofuku noodle bar was dangerously close to my apartment. It really is as good as everyone says.
Got to shoot backstage at a bunch of shows, which is my favourite.
Spent all my money on upgrading my flash setup, but so worth it.
Drank a LOT of enormous iced coffees which America just does better than we can.
Seriously considered getting one of these, I think I was going a bit delirious at this stage.
Walked a lot.
People watched a bit.
Ate in that uniquely fashion week way (for me at least) where you don’t eat anything for 12 hours and then throw down something horribly unhealthy with one hand while doing card transfers and backups with the other.
Also ate a bunch of udon, because it’s the shit.
Shot some street style in 30°C weather, which then turned in to an apocalyptic storm.
Obviously I got sick, what with all the not sleeping and eating terribly and being in close proximity of hundreds of people breathing on each other. SO ILL. Had to abandon my carb loading for some vile green juices in hopes of curing myself (tbh I think the 4 hourly painkiller regimen did more). If you’ve met me in the last week, you can probably tell I’m still trying to recover. I’m not normally a mouth breather, I swear.
So that was New York! You can check out my photos here. Just wrapping up London and then it’s Paris next week!