My first day of fashion week ended with a bang at Yuna Yang SS17—one that knocked me out cold as soon as I got home after nearly 15 hours on my feet and 6,000 shots later. 9 PM and I found myself in that strange, paradoxical zone of feeling nearly wiped out but still charged with adrenaline, mixed with a desire to make Yuna Yang even more memorable than the first 3 shows.
That morning at Noon by Noor, I was mortified of getting kicked out for grabbing a cookie from the refreshments table or getting in a makeup artist’s way, let alone touching any of the clothes or basically being anything but a whisper. I quickly learned that asserting myself as a photographer and directing the models backstage was perfectly fine, requesting a smile was more fun, and by asking the adventurous models “Are you down?” I was able to steal them away and shoot 1 on 1.
The adrenaline plus the few fashion week lessons had me taking the more spunky girls into the West Club’s foyer to shoot—just for a few minutes at a time before they would get whisked back in to HMUA. I asked for fun and catty poses to complement the pastels, jewel tones, lace, and silk throughout the collection. Post-backstage, I was lucky enough to sit front row and actually enjoy the designs coming down the runway, after spending a frenzied day trying to shoot every outfit with the models’ eyes open. This couldn’t have been a more memorable way to start my first NYFW: front row!
So much thanks to the Yuna Yang team for inviting me to cover the show. It was a pleasure.