I haven’t had much, or any sleep since I left home. My head is killing me, and I was literally passing out getting home tonight- though somehow, showered and in bed, I have a little extra life in my still (hence blogging). AK>LA, LA>NYC- over 20 something hours in transit, i’m finally here. Arriving 5.40 in the morning, i’ve had a long day. Birthday party with tables of models (yeah there’s nothing better than looking like a child at a table full of 7ft adults!), two fashion shows (Ovadia and Sons, Michael Bastian), and eating to death. A slice of life from Isaac and Erica, you can really understand why people live here.
I’ve yet to come around, i’m so confused wherever I go.. I’m just a puppy following everyone else. No bearings, no direction. Tomorrow i’ll be more awake, more on to it. Image centric post. Let the pictures do the talking.
Ps. I’m shooting on film here, so not too many shots i’d normally have.
Isaac gets in anywhere, and I follow him closely behind
Tom Bull walking, and is birthday too