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WWD photographer Steve Eichner sees it all and shares his unique perspective on the front lines of New York Fashion Week, from the runways in the morning to the after parties and after-after parties at night.

Yigal Azrouël

2:16 p.m.: Thank you, Sophie Auster, for leaning forward and texting.…

2:17 p.m.: Best thing I have seen all week. Someone shows me a Vine of Nicki Minaj teaching a bunch of skinny models how to twerk.

2:25 p.m.: Need attention much, girl with neon-yellow hair and matching shirt?


3:20 p.m.: Taylor Schilling is glowing. I can’t wait for next season of her show.

3:31 p.m.: OUCH!!! Looks like a model twisted her ankle and fell on the runway. That’s going to hurt in the morning.

4:02 p.m.: I’m in a cab on Canal Street and I see Sally Singer in a white linen outfit riding her bike looking carefree, as if there is no such thing as fashion week.

Diane von Furstenberg

4:48 p.m.: The light coming through the windows at the venue is very harsh. Not good for photography.

5:03 p.m.: Chirlane McCray arrives and no one seems to know who she is. I arrange a photo op with her and Steven Kolb.… Other photogs figure it out and swarm.…

5:13 p.m.: The Hilton sisters are here. “Oh, my God, it’s sooo sunny,” Nicky says to Paris. “And I don’t even have my sunglasses.” Tragedy.

5:21 p.m.: The obligatory Shhh starts as the lights dim. The riser photographers start to sing “Happy Birthday” to one of their own and all the front-row fashionistas join in.

6:03 p.m.: Across the street from Lincoln Center, there’s some ridiculous pop-up promotion for Zappos where you get your makeup done and parade down a runway and get your picture taken like a fool.

Versace Versus Show and Party

8:02 p.m.: “Who’s here?” someone asks. “Just a bunch of pixies so far,” I quip. That’s my new name for all those beautiful little starlets whom I don’t know the names of or what they’re in.

8:08 p.m.: “Who’s that?” “Bryan Greenberg.” “He’s a Mixie…a male pixie.”

8:29 p.m.: Rihanna and Nicki Minaj are at the same show again. I’m just wondering why they never pose together. Maybe the next show should serve Drake’s Cakes.

8:37 p.m.: I’m shooting the show and I look across at Stephen and Christine Schwarzman giggling as a swimsuit-clad model struts the runway.

8:48 p.m.: The show ends and Donatella Versace comes out first, leading the pack of models upstairs to the party. Everyone follows. She sits in the center of the cluster of models. Then she does that thing that all the Italian designers seem to do: She stands up and the celebs are brought to her one by one for photo ops.

9:07 p.m.: I get a text from my editor. “Where are you? Are you still here? I need a pic of Nicki [Minaj] and Stephen Schwarzman.” “No, in a cab.” That would have been a brilliant shot, though.

Public School After Party

10:39 p.m.: There is white confetti everywhere like snow. There are two guys with blowers blowing the confetti as I click away at the guests. One girl lies down on the floor and makes a snow angel. Classic fashion week party image!

11:07 p.m.: Dao-Yi [Chow] has been here alone greeting and entertaining the guests. He’s made me feel very welcome. Finally, Maxwell [Osborne] arrives. Some confetti blasts and I get my shot.… These guys rock!

Opening Ceremony After Party

12:08 a.m.: I’m told by p.r. that there is a dinner going on behind that far curtain and the celebs will be coming out shortly to do photo ops. The Fanning sisters come out, I pick up my camera. “They are not doing pictures now,” their publicist snaps. I see them heading toward the exit, so I lift my camera. They both turn their heads away in unison. The backs of two heads — that’s a first.

12:27 a.m.: Finally, my editor and I are allowed behind the curtain. I work the room. Jonah Hill, Jamie Bell and Rashida Jones — pop pop! Spike Jonze and Dree Hemingway — flash flash!

12:44 a.m.: “You see that guy over there with the fedora?” That’s the lead singer of Arcade Fire,” my editor points. “OK, I’ll get him.” I walk over and point my camera. He puts his hand on my lens. “Are you hosting this party?” I ask. D-bag.

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