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 9, 2013
Carolina Herrera Runway Show
10:03 a.m. “I’m deeply over it, I think this is going to be my last fashion week,” Merle Ginsberg, former WWD Eye editor, and currently Hollywood Reporter senior writer, discloses. I doubt it…
10:14 a.m. “Look at all my amazing iPhone photos!” Molly Sims exclaims.
10:38 a.m. Four front-row seats remain open — its going to be someone big! Thinking there’s no opportunity, I remove the flashcard and ready it to hand off to my runner. Looking back, Uma Thurman and Ne-Yo are now seated. Then I see the PR person for Carolina, “Hey, can you get me in there for the shot!?” In haste, I jam the card back into my camera. My worst nightmare, I’m standing in front of Uma and I can’t take a photo. Error message! Can’t fix it now! Go back to the side. Show starts. I put another card in and do some test shots — it’s working. Show ends, and like a salmon swimming upstream through the crowd, I manage to get the shots I need. “Please don’t do that again!” a woman whose foot I stepped on screeches.
Tommy Hilfiger Runway Show
11:08 a.m. This is where I want to be! Total beach scene! Crosby Stills & Nash! From stress to bliss, I’m in my element. If only I had my board.
11:48 a.m. Let’s go. Five models hold hands and run away from the street style shooters.
Holmes and Yang Presentation
12:04 p.m. Katie is fluttering about as I document the line. “Do you want a shot of the designers?” Katie high fives me and poses with Jeanne. “It’s a beautiful collection,” I say…pretending to know something about fashion.
Phillip Lim Runway Show
2:49 p.m. I’ve seen a lot of brooms at fashion shows, but here snow shovels are being employed to smooth out the rock salt runway — that’s a first.
2:56 p.m. “I’m going to lay down, roll around and exfoliate,” says Anne Slowey.
3:03 p.m. Howard Socol sits on the end of the bench and it tips up like a seesaw.
3:17 p.m. “Let me get the blogosphere,” I think. I put together an image of all the front row bloggers…a proud moment!
3:26 p.m. Criss-cross runway produces a model collision. Another forgets to complete the circuit and photo pit screams…
Donna Karan Runway Show
4:00 p.m. Fashion week tip: Never pass up the opportunity to use a restroom. Following this, backstage, I enter the men’s room, there’s a line and the door bursts open. “I need this for the girls!” Guess I’ll have to hold it.
4:29 p.m. Sitting impatiently at the end of the row, close to the exit, Anna Wintour jets out before the finale. U.S. Open finals I presume!? Wasn’t Nadal playing?
Vanity Fair International Best Dressed List Party
6:08 p.m. “You have a house in Long Beach,” I say to Chuck Close. He raises his chair and says, “Yes,” to which I reply, “I live there too. Your house is beautiful, all cedar — I love the smell!”
6:17 p.m. Snap Hitchcock ashtray with cigarette butt.
6:29 p.m. “Can’t you pull any strings?” says DJ-mad Marjorie Gubelmann to Graziano de Boni, “I have been pitching your people for gigs.”
6:34 p.m. Staff shot: Fran Lebowitz, Jonathan Becker and James Reginato. “Are the glasses too much!?” asks Johnathan. “No, but the cigar is,” I kid. Fran chimes in: “He doesn’t want to look too scholarly.”
7:00 p.m. “Instagram is easier than Twitter,” says Edward Menicheschi as we are discussing writing versus photography.
Vogue Italia Cocktail Party
7:38 p.m. “Thanks for telling me, Steve,” Coralie Charriol says sarcastically, wiping lipstick from her teeth. “It’s a good thing my mother caught that!” Re-shoot.
8:03 p.m. I hand a pile of napkins to soaked-in-sweat Matteo of BFANYC photo agency.
Burberry Acoustic Presents Tom Odell
9:06 p.m. PR gives me proper caption information: “Sleep No More” at the McKittrick Hotel… The theme of my fashion week.
9:58 p.m. Mwah! Right on the lips! Genevieve Jones plants one on me. “Now I’m wearing your lip gloss!” I say. As she’s reapplying, I try to grab a frame. “Not of that!,” she says. “I’ll go naked, but not that!”