11:19 a.m.: Wild-eyed shopping maniacs in the VIP ticket line studying the floor plan so they know where to run at the stroke of noon. I hope no one gets trampled.
12:24 p.m.: “I like the way you took her picture and they ask who you are anyway,” a Super Saturday volunteer tells me. We both laugh because Diem Brown’s reply was “MTV personality.”
12:26 p.m.: The most wonderful fashion shot of the day! A cute guy rides in on one of those collapsible bikes — flower print shirt, black shorts with white words painted on them, striped socks and a perfect metrosexual bag. Wait, did I say cute?
12:35 p.m.: “Without these, by the end of the day I’ll have broken legs,” Jean Shafiroff says of her sneakers.
12:46 p.m.: Beth Stern pushing her way through the paparazzi. “Enough with the photos. I wanna go shopping now,” she says. OK!
1:37 p.m.: Nicky and Kathy Hilton strike their trademark pose for me. Then Nicky hands me her phone. “Will you take one for me?” Sure. She looks at it. “Will you do one more full length please?”
2:22 p.m.: I have good taste. I see two very pretty girls and ask them for a snap. Their publicist hands me slips of paper with their names. They happen to be Miss USA Nia Sanchez and Miss Universe Gabriela Isler.
6:02 p.m.: Walking under a big cloud suspended above the path. Gorgeous! “This guy’s horny,” a jokey photographer says, referring to the trombone player’s headpiece.
6:17 p.m.: A performance artist hanging from a rope on the wall above. I lay down on the ground and get some good frames looking up at him. Uh, oh. He’s stuck in silver tinsel.
6:24 p.m.: Woman in a white burka hosed down with water by two men, like some kind of Middle Eastern wet T-shirt contest.
6:28 p.m.: Hashtag “knitting bondage.” A girl with red yarn tying herself to the woods.
6:44 p.m.: My favorite piece of the night — two artists climbing through a broken wall. I get the key shot as the illusion of the top half of one body is backwards on the bottom half…eh, can’t explain…look at the photo.
7:11 p.m.: Robert Wilson makes his grand entrance in some sort of a gold-trimmed judge’s robe.
7:53 p.m.: I’m shooting some kids sitting in a convertible Rolls-Royce that was weirdly out of place, then Joy Marks jumps into the shot and does her dramatic poses.
8:35 p.m.: Down to the dinner. Fantastic photo of the centerpiece, a female dancer looking like a statue.