My dream: go to a fashion show.
My reality: take pictures outside of a fashion show of people going into a fashion show.
Even though the reality was less glamorous than my dream (it was snowing and windy today in the city and I was snapping photos with no gloves on–enough said) , I had such a great time today trying my hand at being a street fashion photographer! I took some pointers from the more experienced ones out there and made sure to be aggressive and outgoing.
Some of the pay offs to freezing my buns off in front of the Lincoln Center:
1. The extravagant fashion samples I came across. At one point I felt that my pictures could have been put together for a visual shopping wish list.
2. The people I got to see. Before I tell you who I spotted you must know that I am a daily follower of many bloggers (my blog roll is to the right). Some write about food, others fashion or beauty and most revolve around my love affaire with all things French.
One of my all time favorite blogs is that of Garance Doré. I love the way she writes and the stories she tells (and it doesn’t hurt that she is French). I also love her relationship with Scott, the photographer behind The Sartorialist (also holds a place on the blog roll). Another blogger I adore is Elin Kling‘s. Her simple black and white style and stellar jet setting life style interest me enough that I follow her on twitter as well. Being a writer, and more specifically a blogger, I was definitely more excited to see these well known bloggers and photographers than I was to see celebrities. Even so, you also should be aware that I am addicted to Rachel Zoe and her outlandish reality show. She and Roger are just to die for.
Now that it is all out on the table I’m sure you can take a stab at my spottings of the day. There is of course a story for everything so here I go:
I got to Lincoln Center in the early afternoon (right before the DVF show). I didn’t really have many expectations and actually thought I would’ve been happy to just take a picture of the building to say “I was there.”
I sarted just taking pictures of people I didn’t recognize in clothes that I loved. I was drawn to a nice shoe, a vibrant bag and actually lots of the men ensembles.
And I got hooked!
I was freezing cold but just kept standing there looking around for–honestly I don’t know who I was searching for. I think in the back of my head somewhere I wanted to see some of the above names but wasn’t sure it was even a possibility.
Then Rachel came walking down with Roger. Bananas!
And after that I saw Scott from the Sartorialist.
At that moment I realized that I might have the chance to see Garance! I just had to search. Finally I spotted her as she came walking through in her green army coat and high bun (read her blog and you will find she always talks about throwing her hair up like that). I even had the chance to go up and talk to her as she was alone (seemed not too many people recognized her) and I was on a little fashion blogger high. But as I mustered up the courage to go and say my opening line (in French of course) I was stopped by a few religious outreachers. Nothing against religion but please do not come up to me and lecture me in the streets, especially when I am about to talk to my favorite person whom I’d never met!
Needless to say, Garance had slipped away by the time I got out of my Bible reading.
At this point I was freezing and decided to stop while I was ahead. As I was walking down the steps I noticed a tall woman in black and white. At second glance I realized who it was and ran back up the stairs to get a better angle. Elin Kling had arrived and I had full access to a photo shoot without the masses of other people. She laughed, tucked her shirt in and posed for my photo! Perfection.
As Elin passed me and entered into the ring of photographers I hurried back down the steps and ducked into a warm Starbucks. I spent an hour defrosting (it literally took that much time) and I even got to chat with a French couple. Love speaking French, even it is with strangers in a coffee shop 🙂
All in all I enjoyed this little Sunday in the Big City. I will be dreaming of beautiful clothes as I start this work week.