BCBG Max Azria Show
10:02 a.m. My first “official” show of fashion week, even though I had been shooting pre-fashion week events since Tuesday. I walk in and a security guard asks me, “what are you doing?!” I said, “This sticker allows me full access to walk around front row, to shoot all the celebrities.” Then he said, “Oh, at least you tell me you’re doing. I ask all the other photogs and they just say, ‘taking pictures.’”
10:38 a.m. In the midst of B-list celebrity mayhem the cry, “Clear the runway!” is heard. We know we’re expecting Heidi Klum and there’s a seat for her, I say to the security guy, “it’s not time for auf wiedersehen. Heidi is not here yet!” I do the dance, trying to be invisible, shuffling around the catwalk, finally she appears. I said, “Heidi! Big smile this way!” Click, click, click. As I pass the security guard, I say, “Now, it’s time for auf Wiedersehen.”
Midday street style shoot
11:22 a.m. Hanuk Hanuk runs over to me in his usual fit of glee, and plants one of his trademark kisses on my cheek. I notice he’s shooting street fashion, he says, “I hate it, but it pays half my AmEx bill!” A girl’s gotta do, what a girl’s gotta do.
11:28 a.m. I spy the ultimate selfie invention. A guy has his cell perched at the end of a telescopic rod, for the ultimate in self-portraiture. Dude, I gotta market that thing!
Portrait shoot of Francisco Costa
3:43 p.m. Under a neon sign with Francisco’s motto reading, “Collaboration, Innovation, Fearlessness,” as I pose the Calvin Klein designer, I notice something red on his shirt. Upon closer inspection, it’s a dry cleaning tag. I point it out and ask him to remove it, and he just laughs. His publicist chimes in: “That’s his trademark. This always happens on red carpets, he’s always being asked to remove it.”
The Top of The Standard Fifth Anniversary
10:33 p.m. The room is styled like a Twenties-era New Year’s Eve celebration. Golden star balloons cover the ceiling and a jazz band — perfectly coinciding with the Jewish New Year.
10:36 p.m. Models Jessica White and Anne V saunter in. I pull some golden balloons from the ceiling. They ham it up. Great shot!
10:45 p.m. I see the man of the hour, Andre Balazs, and I shake his hand. I capture a photo of him in the middle of all the excitement. When I review what my lens actually created, it appears as though the light fixtures and decorative ceiling are growing from his head like a crown.