I went to Bryant Park twice during fashion week. Did not get into any of the shows, of course, but I absolutely adored the atmosphere in the park and seeing these stunning and stylish people every where, not to mention the paparazzi and glitzy celebrities, meeting The Sartorialist (he is so sweet and amazing in person!), the Face Hunter and discovering my potential new favorite blog, Garance Dore (now if only I knew French...next semester!)
My friends Kacey and Adrian accompanied me the first time around, this shot snapped while waiting for The Face Hunter to finish shooting a girl next to us.
This was the only girl I dared to approach and photograph. I saw her around a number of times before I even had the nerve to ask. That little vintage vest and the flash of the belt, her purse and dress and shoes ever so quirky, and her sweet haircut and smile made it impossible to stop staring.
The first trip was definitely an eye opener, and a bit of a shocking wave of non-stop celebrities. We spotted: Eva Longoria, Uma Thurman, Jennifer Lopez, Rosario Dawson, Michelle Trachtenberg, and Leighton Meester coming out of the tents shortly before we left. To be honest, I didn't recognize basically any of them and didn't know whom have of them were. But seeing Blair in person, in a yellow draped dress with a big smile, looking ever so adorable and fantastic was a moment worth celebrating. That, and meeting Scott Schuman, of course. In fact, the whole experience seemed too surreal.
Which meant, of course, that I couldn't not come back. Armed with what I thought was a better outfit and two stylish (and apparently intellectual) friends Thomas and Rommie:
Bryant Park was significantly more quiet. No celebrities, but a drunken obnoxious asshole making a scene outside the path to the tends. Screaming about celebrities and arrogance, it was amusing for the first five minutes and quickly became an irritating, hateful source of annoyance. We walked around for a bit, hung out by the entrance, got our pictures taken quite a few times (by the end of our time there, we strutted across paths that were almost runways and expected attention), and found fashionistas worth shooting.
She came out of the tents and we stared. I caught her just before she crossed the street--she made that gorgeous headpiece herself!
I generally applaud anyone with a bow on her head. Especially if she can manage to look hip and effortless and unique as well as adorable at the same time.
But you didn't have to be young, skinny and perfect to get attention. These folks looked like they were having so much fun, I adored her hair and her retro starlet attire. They were a delight to chat with and personalities I'd have liked to known.
And this, this is Tyler. We saw him walk past earlier on, and I regretted not taking his photo then. But as I made my way around the park I saw him again sitting with a number of other attractive boys on the bench. This time I had to do it. Tyler is a model (of course). In fact he is a rather famous one, but I didn't find that out until much later. He is a sweetheart.
But if you didn't know any better, we could have very well graced the floors inside the tents!