WWD photographer Steve Eichner sees it all and shares his unique perspective on New York Fashion Week.
6:14 p.m., FNO at D&G with Justin Bieber: Bieber gets on the red carpet, tells all of us photogs that there is no need to scream his name, he will look at every one of us. He stops and looks into each lens. Total professional. I wish every celeb was this cooperative.
7 p.m.: A girl was just about to get her autograph from Bieber when he gets up from the table. Time’s up. She was just two away from meeting him. She let out a wail and broke down crying. I snapped a few pix of her as she put her hand over her face and sobbed uncontrollably. The screaming and crying and hysteria was the craziest thing…
7:33 p.m.: I leaned over the rail looking straight down from the third floor to the packed-like-sardines throng of howling girls trying to get a peek of the Biebs. They caught a brief glimpse of him and yelled their lil’ hearts out. I grabbed a shot of them all looking up at me in various states of hysteria. It is one of the greatest of my career and ran the next day as the WWD Style cover and I got many compliments from my peers.
5:02 p.m., Rag & Bone show: Anna Wintour is sitting in FR. Carmelo Anthony and Dwyane Wade come by to say hello to her. She introduces them as if they don’t know each other.
9:49 p.m., Jason Wu party: I’m hanging with Julie Macklowe and Robert Burke, drinking Champagne. Julie grabs my hand to follow her to get a shot with the designer she’s decked out in. I can’t believe this surfer from L.I. is hanging at the St. Regis, drinking the finest Champagne. What a life I lead!
11:37 p.m., Tommy Hilfiger party: Talking to Tommy about his son’s baptism that I shot at his house in Connecticut. That son is now grown and a rapper. Move on to Andy and chat about when we lived in the same building together on 109th Street and B’way. Then he tells me all about his new company with Steven Tyler. Invites me to the opening party. Reminiscing about his band Hilfire and friends from Elmira who lived across the street. Then Ed Westwick from Gossip Girl walks by and admires Andy’s scarf. Andy takes it off and says, “Keep it.” Ed kisses Andy on the cheek. My shot.
10:46 a.m., Lincoln Center: Eating at fashion café in tents, woman gets up and walks away wearing supershort shorts. Someone says, “Gross!” I look, her butt cheeks are hangin’ out.
11:15 a.m.: Photog Marion Curtis and I are waiting to shoot Emma Roberts in the FR. Marion says, “Fifteen years ago we were here shooting Julia Roberts and sipping Champagne. Now we’re here shooting Emma Roberts and drinking coconut water!”
11:19 a.m.: Kourtney Kardashian’s baby daddy, Scott Disick, comes in. There’s a paparazzi crush to get his pic…ridiculous.
12:13 a.m., Prabal Gurung show: Nicki Minaj arrives in these amazing bright colors, and she’s wearing a pink femo pretzel-shaped necklace.
3:21 p.m., Vivienne Tam show: Michelle Harper says what’s up with all the women on the steps of Lincoln Center dressed in Renaissance garb. I tell her they’re giving away samples of hand cream. Everyone’s got an angle on FW.
4:37 p.m., Alex Wang show: Watch Alex and his team deliberate, then make the important decision at rehearsal to hold the motorcycle helmets by the chin guard not the strap because they say holding by the strap swings too much. Then I almost bump into one of the huge mirrors on the runway. A security guard gets mad and tells me to stand clear. They call in another to guard the mirrors.
5:13 p.m.: Courtney Love arrives, a paparazzi crush ensues. She sees Peter Brandt’s son brandishing a gold cig holder and says “Hi Junior!” I see Terry Richardson. He gives me his trademark thumbs-up.
5:48 p.m.: Had great timing. Shot Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz first before the paparazzi crush. Got a great spot for runway ambience. Then climbed high on risers for parade shots. Shows don’t flow much better than this!
7:25 p.m., Monique Lhuillier show: I saw Michelle Robichaud, Miss America Junior National Teen, wearing her sash. As a joke to entertain the 300-plus photogs in the pit, I brought her over in front of them and had her pose as they took shots. Total spoof. They did not care about her. Pure entertainment.
8:08 p.m., Altuzarra show: Lots of p.r. drama getting in. I and the other two WWD photogs are not on list. After calls from the office and much confusion, we get in. Now roaming the front row. There are no celebs, and we wonder what the hoopla was about.
10 p.m.-ish, Roitfeld party: Had a conversation with Cathy Horyn about the Westway club, which we were in. It was formerly an all-nude strip club. Having lived down the block in those years I told her all about the debauchery that went on there and gave her a quick tour of where the VIP area was and where the stripper poles used to be.
10:24 p.m.: Got really psyched when I saw the taco truck parked outside for the guests. I ordered two chicken and two bean. Scarfed those down. Went back to work.
11:02 p.m., Roitfeld party: Margherita Missoni, Carine Roitfeld and Julia Restoin Roitfeld all drinking shots of tequila and smoking and eating limes from a table with about 30 shot glasses. Partying harder than college girls on spring break.
11:34 p.m.: Valentino takes the stage to sing “My Way” by Frank Sinatra, karaoke style. Could have been the best thing I ever saw at a fashion event. The energy was amazing. The things I see in one day, most people would talk about for a lifetime.
11:47 p.m.: Almost got run over crossing West Side Highway by hundreds of motorcycles going to Ground Zero for a tribute.