NYFW 2017 Pt. 1

A few weeks ago, my dear friend Bobbie, co-owner of Bahtoh connected me with the lovely Vanessa, who is the powerhouse who is and runs The Haute Pursuit and soon after my first experience with New York Fashion Week began.

I’ll start by saying that I don’t consider myself to be an exceptionally fashionable person. 

When I moved to New York in 2012, I was in this phase of wearing only black and white and have since shifted towards wearing all black, with the occasional shades of grey and blue for variety. My go-to outfit is a ripped pair of black Levis jeans with a white or black oversized t-shirt depending on the pair of Vans I want to wear that day.

Rolling with Vanessa to and from fittings was an illuminating experience; listening to her talk shop with the designers about the current state of fashion and also the impact that fashion has on the world was very intriguing. I mean, I follow my fair share of designers and brands on Instagram, but don’t claim to know much about the fashion world outside of my personal opinion on how something looks. I don’t know the history of all that is fashion, but know that most if not all fashion is referential, so hearing these conversations live and in real time was enlightening.

Closer to the weekend, Vanessa’s schedule was packed with fashion shows. I didn’t go inside any of the shows – my main role was to assist Vanessa with her schedule and to help generate visual content for her Instagram, but I did witness the onslaught of paparazzi in real life, which was just as stressful as it seems on TV. I also got to scope out the camera slinging street-style photographers who, like myself, were also dressed in all black. 

I still have three more days left of Fashion Week and will hopefully have more photos to share in the next few days. More to come!


Every August for the past 3 years, I’ve had the pleasure of photographing Quinn and her family. This year, Quinn turned 3 and unfortunately, I missed her party due to my own birthday celebrations (I turned 30 and spent the weekend in Montauk) but I made sure to come back early enough to photograph her family the Sunday after the festivities.

Being an end-of-summer-child myself, I will say there is something magical about this time of year. The weather is generally not as unbearable as it is in July and early August and most, if not all of your friends have returned from vacation due to all that is the dreaded academic calendar. 

Documenting Quinn’s life has been a privilege and bearing witness to the magnificent connection that she and her parents have makes my heart grow three times big, every time. I get especially sentimental when seeing how Quinn and her mother relate; it makes me think about my mother and how much I miss her.

As summer is slowly but surely ending and fall vibes undoubtedly upon us, I wanted to take this time to mention that I am available for family portrait sessions in Prospect Park on select weekends this month and in October.

If you are interested in booking a session, please don’t hesitate to reach out! 

Greetings from Cape Cod

My most recent escape from New York led us to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. He grew up spending his summers on the Cape with his family and wanted to show me how truly superior New England beaches were/are to what I had experienced in New York. 

Immediately upon arrival I noticed two things: how much personal space I had on these so-called public beaches and how breathtaking they were. Granted, those two things go hand in hand and are what any New Yorker would notice and say right away, but it bares repeating. The beaches in Truro were far more picturesque and peaceful than I imagined. At any given moment I could have taken a photo that would have worked as a postcard. All I really needed was the cliche phrase in italics on the image: Wish You Were Here

We ate scallops everyday and I had my very first clam bake, which I will remember forever. We biked the trail to Racepoint Beach in Provincetown, which was described to us as a “photographer’s dream” and did not disappoint. Though surprisingly, I did not stop on the bike ride to take any photos. I was too busy being present, which now sounds counterintuitive and kind of dumb, but when you’re in vacation mode and you’re a photographer, it’s a real thing.

Regardless, I just want to take a moment to say thank you to the universe and to my love for gifting me with so much adventure this year. I truly am thankful.

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