I’m a pretty bad New Yorker. I’ve been out of town for the beginning of every September since “nine eleven”, up until this year. Every year, people spend September 11th telling you for the 20th time exactly where they were in 2001, while a part of my favorite city crumbled. (Yeah. I get it you’re morning rituals were affected that day. ugh!)
I’m so glad I was here for it this year. It seems pretty insensitive to what that day represents but I feel like a real New Yorker doesn’t dwell on the past and much as they turn it into a celebration! So:
- I celebrated Gala’s birthday
- I celebrated my ignorance of fashion week, by going to a fashion week party with Bettina May in a dress that was SO NOT next season.
- and after months of secret hatred for it, I celebrated my last day of having dark hair!
There was another photographer at Galas birthday party. We swapped lenses for a bit, so I got to use the nicer version of my 50mm for the afternoon. Heres some of the shots I took from the party