Steven Onoja, outside Lacoste, Lincoln Center, New York

Outside Hood By Air, Wall St, New York

I keep thinking it's about to warm up out here on the Eastern Seaboard. And then it doesn't.

Kenton X Urban Fieldnotes: Before HBA, Wall St, New York

Here is another one of my favorite shots from my recent NYFW street style collaboration with Kenton Magazine. See the rest of my shoot for them here. 

After Misha Nonoo, 11th Ave, New York

Scott Schuman, The Sartorialist, and I seemed to have been on similar wavelengths last Sunday outside the Misha Nonoo show. We shot a number of the same people, even if never moving in each other's orbits. Our shots, however, are quite different. Here's Scott's shot of this girl. I stopped her as I was walking up 11th Ave to Tibi's show at the Waterfront. 

The Guys of Elegant Men's Style

Kenton X Urban Fieldnotes: Kristina Bazan, NYFW

See more of my shots for my recent collaboration with Kenton Magazine here. 

Outside Hood By Air, Wall St, New York

I didn't stick around for much of New York Fashion Week this season. It was too bitterly cold, and it all felt a bit too cynically contrived. Dozens of photographers, once shooting quirky individuals for their own blogs, now take candid motion photographs of style stars making their way to runway shows to sell to Vogue, Elle, and PopSugar. We all get the same images of the same people. We all compose them similarly, with the same blurred out backgrounds, the same jagged crop jobs that cut off the head just above the bangs. And we all grumble under our breath about the all-too-predictable "circus" Fashion Week has become. We, of course, are entirely culpable in making it that way.

So for me, the best moments of Fashion Week are always when I escape the crowd of photographers, chart my own course, and photograph people outside the fashion in-crowd. That's what happened this season with the Hood By Air show. The crowd was headed up to Derek Lam after suffering the brutal chill of the sidewalks outside Victoria Beckham on Broadway in the Financial District. I chose to stick around, get some coffee, and head over to Wall Street for HBA instead. It was beautiful. Whole stretches of cobblestone to myself. Not another photographer in sight, as I stopped black-clad cool kids with shredded baggy clothes and big hair. Not one of them was famous. And then, the other photographers showed up: Adam, Nabile, the black crows of the sidewalks. It never quite escalated to Derek Lam madness, but it wasn't quite the same anymore either. Here is one of the images I got before the other photographers got there. 

Fashion Week is a Cold, Icy, Windy Mess

Off to New York Fashion Week!

I am getting a late start at Fashion Week this season, but I'm packing up my bags and headed out tonight. And I won't just be taking pictures for the sake of fieldnotes and blog filler this time. I'll be shooting for KENTON Magazine. You will be able to see my photos there starting this Sunday. I'll also be posting some here and on Tumblr and Instagram. Stay tuned!   

Aimee Song, outside Tibi, 15th St, New York

Olivia Lazuardy, Outside 3.1 Phillip Lim, New York

Angelo Flaccavento, outside 3.1 Phillip Lim

Chermelle Edwards, 15th St, New York

Kyle and Emily, 8th St, Philadelphia

Irena, Sansom St, Philadelphia

Irena is a choreographer from Germany. She was in town for the Fringe festival when I stopped her. In this image, she's wearing boots from Wanted. She's not sure of any of the other brands. "I just find them," she says of her clothes, especially on various sojourns she takes to Italy. "I love colors," Irena told me, but she hardly needed to. There's more spatter and sparkle in this look than in just about all the other photographs I've taken combined. 

Miranda, 7th St, Philadelphia