New York Fashion Week is one of the most exciting events on the calendar.
At least… It was.
My introduction to NYFW was with the frigid Fall 2013 shows back in March, when nobody but the truly dedicated wanted to be at Lincoln Center. There was space for bloggers, models, photographers, and everyone in between to do their own thing. In reality it was an excellent experience to see what the fashion die-hards will put themselves through in spite of the challenges that mother nature throws at them.
Spring 2014 however, with temperatures climbing toward 90 everyday, has just been ridiculous. Men wearing wool jackets, puffy down vests, eight layers of clothes, get real
idiots we all know you’re pouring sweat.
Unfortunately though, that theme of saturation carried through the crowd, there was no way to differentiate from photographer, student, or common tourist. The best way that I’ve seen it described was by InStyle’s editor Ariel Foxman.
Essentially, we didn’t even bother trying to photograph like we did with our photos that we submitted to Cosmo UK.
Nope, instead we focused on the gems like this little girl.
Our trip to NYFW was like going back to high school, everybody was just trying too hard. So when we noticed the children, we knew where the actual story was.
Not only are children radiant examples of innocence, but they are unimaginably accurate beacons of honesty. Their faces, body language, and general demeanor always deliver the truth that lies underneath the white-knuckle grip that their parents drag them along with.
I understand that fashion weeks are hugely popular for unknown artists and models to attempt to be found, and can turn people into divas that even a Snickers can’t cure, but after dodging puppies and moms with strollers for a few hours, patience is lost.
Image Collaboration with Paige Hogan