THERE I WAS in “the Pit” with all the macho photographers using monster lenses…and when the models started walking I wept. But the show moved me when it hadn’t even begun, because I went backstage to see the clothes before they were worn. Spending time up close with clothes of that caliber was an honor, and very inspiring – I was rendered silent looking at the craftsmanship. When I record these events it’s not as an advertisement for a product but for a moment of beauty that happened and that I was lucky enough to witness.
It’s hard to capture the feeling in photographs, especially when the beauty is in motion. These dresses sport a lot of decorative hardware – metal and sequins rippling like mermaid scales, and the sparkles come in and out of focus so that the dress becomes mesmeric…Some dresses are like rivers. My favorite moment is always the pivot of the model as she turns and leaves you devastated behind. I think if you walked into a room wearing one of these garments, you would possess that room, and also that moment in the memory of everyone in the room – for ETERNITY! (Always a good thing.) Jenny Packham produces romance that’s highly relatable for the spontaneous fashion show weeper. Czech out www.blackmarketboo.com.