From 9 a.m. presentations to 3 a.m. shenanigans at the hottest spots of the season, Steve Eichner, WWD nightlife photographer extraordinaire, sees it all through his viewfinder during fashion week. Follow along this season with his daily diary, Eichner’s Eye.
September 8, 2013
Derek Lam Runway Show
12:03 p.m. Sit On My Face. That’s the name of photographer Jennifer Graylock’s designer chair company. She uses pics of celebrities’ faces as the seat cushion.
12:07 p.m. “I missed the shot of David, the kids, and Anna,” Bill Cunningham confides in me about a photo opp earlier at the Victoria Beckham show.
“That’s OK, Bill,” I reply. “I remember every shot I’ve ever missed, but I can’t remember half the ones I’ve taken.” Change of subject. “How about the proliferation of street-style photographers” I ask. He responds: “Well, everyone has their own eye. The problem is the Asians are aggressive about taking my picture. Their bosses must be telling them they have to get it.”
DKNY Runway Show
12:43 p.m. “OMG Naked people!?” I scream upon finding an impromptu body painting troupe outside the show.
12:52 p.m. Karlie’s Kookies on every seat. Pretty tasty.
12:59 p.m. Alexandra Daddario looks like a Siberian husky…big blue eyes.
1:15 p.m. What’s with this trend of Chinese celebrities with their own, personal swarm of press?
1:32 p.m. Hearing “No Sleep ‘Til Brooklyn” makes me happy.
Diane von Furstenberg Runway Show
4:01 p.m. “Who’s that?” newbie photog asks. “I get a dollar a name” I reply. “But I’ll give you the first one free. That’s Tina Brown, now get your cash ready.” “I can’t afford that,” says newbie. “How about hugs?” Nice embrace, feels good.
4:07 p.m. 2002: I risked my life to get a shot of Paris and Nicky; 2013: Who cares?
Edun Runway Show
6:26 p.m. Rock-star heaven: Bono and Anthony Kiedis. Leaving the show, I lament not pushing for a shot of them together.
Zac Posen Runway Show
I arrive a bit late. Checking in, I’m told it’s closed for press. I tell them that’s impossible. They radio my name. I see Steven Kolb holding bike helmet. “Citi Bike?” “Yeah.” That’s two in two days. If I see one more it’s officially a trend. “It’s you Psychner!” Bonnie Morrison exclaims. “Follow me.”
7:17 p.m. From across the room, Molly Sims waves me over: “Can you show me that iPhone photo thing again?” “Yeah,” I say, demonstrating, “Touch what you want in focus.” “Wow! Yeah! Thanks. I love you!”
Opening Ceremony Runway Show
8:06 p.m. Cool locale. Pier 57 on the Hudson River. Long, eerie walk and big crowd build suspense. Arrive in a cavernous, industrial space.
8:09 p.m. Tongue out, Rihanna poses Miley Cyrus-style.
8:12 p.m. Leave it to Bieber to make my life hell. Encompassed by massive security guards. Hands on my lens. Flashlights used to freak my focus. Game on! On my hands and knees. Get clear shot through body guard’s legs. I win!
9:14 p.m. Giant muscle man protector fending off smartphones. His celeb charge, Rihanna. SLR-wielding woman approaches. “Not while she’s smoking!!” he yells.
10:51 p.m. Back at WWD offices. I review the night’s work. Super sharp extreme close-up of the Biebs. Looks like peach fuzz mustache. Puberty!