Yip! I’ve been wandering around with those poor lost fashion-souls this weekend. My neck is in constant pain since everyone was just about 3 feet taller than me – them wearing wedges didn’t exactly help.
My friend, Frederikke Toftsø, helped me getting in almost everywhere I wanted to go. Friday I went to Veronica B. Vallenes catwalk-thingy at Rådhuset. I got backstage to shoot the models. It was absolutely impressive to see all the stylists, hairdressers and makeup-artists trying to achieve such perfection that the models would all look like identical twins after a mothers makeover. One of the girls had this teenie-tiny wound on her leg, someone saw it and shouted “We’ve got a wound over here!” – in a matter of seconds a makeup-artist attacked her with this palette filled with around 20 different shades of foundation to cover the wound. And not a single soul amongst the audience would ever have had a chance to discover it. I didn’t do much else this weekend – so enjoy my pictures from friday.
very nice but who are you?
I’m your father.