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.
Ralph Lauren Runway Show
9:14 a.m. “I love the smell of fashion in the morning.”
9:45 a.m. Waiting for the 9 a.m. show to let out. Suzy Menkes sits down on the carpet, takes out her laptop and starts typing.
10:06 a.m. A flurry of swiffers and lint rollers ready the set for the 10 a.m. show.
10:13 a.m. “He’s the one that looks like Santa Claus with a bandana on his head over there being embraced by Pat Field.”
10:19 a.m. All wearing black and white: Elettra Wiedemann, Lauren Remington Platt and Lily Kwong.
10:20 a.m. With a look of “Oh, isn’t he adorable,” Jessica Alba snaps a pic of Bill Cunningham.
11:01 a.m. On Washington Street: “Who’s that?” “Who’s that?” The actual paparazzi are getting confused by the clusters of street style shooters.
Calvin Klein Runway Show
12:48 p.m. Nice new location: 50 Varick.
1:11 p.m. It always rains for Calvin, and true to form, just as I arrive at press check-in: a deluge. I focus on a puddle and snap.
1:22 p.m. Overheard: “[Anna Wintor] must have changed clothes three times yesterday, it was that hot.”
1:33 p.m. I got my panties all in a bunch. “We don’t have you down for backstage access.” Taking a deep breath, I think to myself, “The Calvin people all know me and love me, they must have a good reason.”
1:36 p.m. Up an elevator and to the front row. All the usual photog suspects are out here. I was right. It’s all part of the plan.
2:11 p.m. Dunt dunt… Dunt Dunt… dah dah dah…. the Jaws-esque music adds to the tension as I take my place to bite off a photo of celebs Nicole Kidman, Rooney Mara and Naomie Harris.
2:13 p.m. “Can you take a picture and send it to me?” the normally all-business Ed Filipowski requests.
“I can with my iPhone.”
“OK. Get Cathy Horyn in her denim shorts.”
Marc Jacobs Runway Show
6:53 p.m. On line to check-in. “Its like 120 degrees in there,” runway photographer Dan Lecca exclaims, wiping his brow. “I’m about to pass out and there is no straight shot. Its all tutti frutti.”
7:16 p.m. Downpour. “Let’s goooooooooo!” Everyone screams. “Now we are going to be hot and wet.”
7:30 p.m. Sweating standing, still I’m inside. Looks like a devastated haunted beach. “I think it’s Hurricane Sandy,” someone relates. I have an epiphany: Marc did this on purpose to make us aware of global warming and the future. Pretty deep, or maybe the AC is just broken.
Calvin Klein Party
8:52 p.m. Me: “Anyone good here yet?”
Elevator operator: “Only Ryan Lochte.”
Me: Oh, well he’s kinda somebody.
Elevator operator: “Yeah, but he’s doing his best to ruin that.”
9:04 p.m. DJ Kiss. Kiss Kiss.
9:40 p.m. “It’s the only food for miles,” says Bonnie Morrison, munching on some sort of fancy grilled cheese.
9:41 p.m. I just need Rooney, Nicole and Naomie, then fashion week is done and I can relax and have a drink.
10:06 p.m. Photo of Nicole. Check.
10:13 p.m. Photo of Naomie. Check.
10:25 p.m. Photo of Rooney. Check.
10:26 p.m. Heading to bar.
10:27 p.m. Text: “I hear Pharrell is performing at 10:30.”
10:28 p.m. At the stage, I think “I just need to get Pharrell, then fashion week is done and I can relax and have a drink.” *
10:57 p.m. “Get Lucky” ends the set with 15 beautiful women dancing on stage.
10:58 p.m. Beeline to bar.
10:59 p.m. Text: “Leo is here”
11:01 p.m. “I just need to get DiCaprio. Then fashion week is done and I can relax and have a drink.”
11:25 p.m. Head to VIP booth. See his page-boy cap, head down texting as usual. Turns around in my direction, talking with two blonde girls. Kaboom! One and done!