Same look. Same Place. But through a different set of eyes.
Somewhere between Catherine Malandrino and Custo Barcelona, time stood still. Lincoln Plaza madness had come to a pause. The small army of fashion photographers that had whisked me away from the heartwarming words of fans and friends who’d gathered at the tent’s steps had slowly dissipated except for one. Andrew. He asked me to let him capture that fleeting moment of stillness and before I knew it, there I was. Seated at the bubbling fountain, in the biting cold, as Day 4 of New York Fashion Week passed languorously.