How NOT To Get Photographed At New York Fashion Week

 

 

(Shirt & Pants: Moods of Norway/ Shoes: Birkenstocks/ Sunglasses: Acne Studios) 

So you’re standing on the corner 14^th and 9^th chatting with your mom about family drama (your grandma has gone batshit again and forgot that you once were her favorite grandson) and a man dressed in a torn vintage tee, second skin black trousers and with slick loafers asks to take your photo. You feel a blend of shock and enticement so you gracefully nod. The man then tilts his head, puffs his lips, looks straight at my jeans then proceeds walking down 9^th Avenue with no picture taken and not evan a wave or a gesture of goodbye.

I immediately look down to see if there’s a major stain or water marking that resembles pee. But I found nothing. Just one of my favorite pair pale blue jeans by Moods of Norway. Perhaps this was a blessing. I immediately go into defense mode. The dude may not have the photography tact of Ron Galella, the ease of Bill Cunningham and the poise of Henri Cartier-Bresson. Now I don’t have to wonder, “did I just look fat in that photo?” Unfortunately most of the time with street style shoots you will never really know. The image usually ends up on a blog far far away. It isn’t always a killer thing to be the item of a street style shoot. So there. I feel good about this, I think.  If you want to stay clear of the lens this NYFW just wear light wash jeans. It worked for me.