I am a diarist of ordinary moments that move me. I gravitate towards black and white photography but still celebrate color. I love the candid capture but respect the power of the choreographed moment. I study the rules of phos+graphis but am compelled periodically to ignore them.
Inspiration: Thanks to a very good friend, I was able to experience my first fashion show at that of one of my absolute favorite designers: Narciso Rodriguez. I sat in the fifth row in Section A - the same side as the Vogue editors. My friend sat in the first row in Section B. Lucky devil. I know that it's silly to admit, but I was a bit giddy with glee when all of the stars of "The September Issue" marched in and took their seats in the front row. Anna, Grace, Tonne. Once the show began, it went quickly. I thought I would go picture crazy but I was too caught up people watching, and after the show started, too entranced by the clothes, to take many pictures. And when I did, I could barely cope with speed of the models, the height of the four rows of heads in front of me, and the brightness of the lights to get a decent exposure. So, I only have two that are worth posting. Here's one of them. Needless to say, I have a newfound respect for fashion show photographers!
Inspiration: After hanging out at Bryant Park last week, I realized that the new double Cs of fashion are cell phones and cigarettes. There was hardly a person there who wasn't on the phone or checking messages while taking a smoke break.