WWD photographer Steve Eichner sees it all and shares his unique perspective from the front lines of New York Fashion Week, from the runways in the morning to the after parties and after-after parties at night.
9:49 a.m.: “One at a time! One at a time or no one gets in,” the security guy screams at the entrance door as the swarm of riser photographers tries to smush in. Yeah, right. As if saying that ever works.
10:00 a.m.: “Hey Pete, let me get a picture!” I say to a bald guy I think is Pete Wentz. “I’m not Pete… he’s over there with the blonde hair.” Damn, I used to know so much about music.
Creatures of The Wind Show
11:47a.m.: Circular seating around the pillars… Very creative.
12:04 p.m.: “Oh my God, she’s a thing” one editor exclaims after IMDBing Julia Garner. Better get a quote…
12:26 p.m.: What’s up with the Seinfeld Pirate shirt, Creatures of the Wind?
Kanye Adidas Yeezy Show
2:56 p.m.: Overheard: “Is it ironic that the address is on West Street?”; “The shoes cost like $350!” ; “I guess Beck won’t be coming…”
4:07 p.m.: I click away at Kim Kardashian blowing little North West’s nose. Cute, normal mother-child moment.
4:03 p.m.: The models are positioned in a grid formation for a dress rehearsal. Kanye is milling through them, adjusting the models’ clothing. I’m confused — Are the models going backstage to finish getting dressed? They’re wearing stocking caps which are usually worn under wigs and they look half dressed. I guess not…
4:22 p.m.: Beyonce and Jay Z file into the front row. I hear a baby crying as the audience takes their seats, must be North West. I wonder if Blue Ivy is here too — is this how superstar babies do a playdate?
Prada Iconoclast Store Party
7:31 p.m.: “It’s getting haute in here” is emblazoned on a random girl’s sweater..
7:43 p.m.: “Someone’s going to fall on these steps,” I think to myself just as Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade arrive. “Watch those knees,” Dwyane’s handler whispers in his ear.
8:00 p.m.: “I’m trying to make this out,” Ann Dexter Jones says with a question in her voice. “The exhibit is supposed to be like a walk of shame in the 1980s,” I tell her. “Ohh I get it,” she grins.
8:32 p.m.: “What brings you to the party tonight? Free clothes?” I ask Lindsey Morgan. “Yes! And free drinks,” she replies, holding up her cocktail. Someone has to media train this girl.
8:55 p.m.: “Did you meet my wife?” Michelle Harper announces as she introduces me to Jenny Shimizu. “We are newly married.”