Last night Matt and I went to a mildly overrated fashion show for the GMHC of NYC ("mildly overrated" was actually Matt's term and it was so fitting...). It was lots of fun and seriously a NYC-Chelsea thing to do, although we're Jersey Boiz... but who knew? It was called
Fashion Forward and Tim Gunn MC'd and hosted the show with about 5 designers, including a Perry Ellis designer, Rag & Bone, John Bartlett (all whom I met), and Andrew Buckler. Thing is, right at the front, there was a grey screen and a photographer. I immediately remembered carnivals where you pay for a pic of you and your arm-tow. Didn't care about spending $$ on something like that (we'd already spent enough $$ on the tickets for the show - to be VIPs and have a seat at the runway - it's what you do in support of the GMHC and fashion, and because we'd never be able to get tickets for Bryant Park!). So, we didn't go, although everyone seemed to be doing it. I thought that it was drumming up money for the cause, which is great, but had done my part. Matt apparently thought the same until I discovered and showed him that
EVERYBODY'S PICTURES were online!! UGH! Well, there's always next year. And next time we know - at fashion shows, there's every possibility that you can have your picture online.
It wouldn't be quite as irritating normally except that my camera (with which we took all shots) wasn't set (since Halloween the night before) for red eye reduction. That meant that all my pictures came out blurry because the room was so dark. The pictures that people took of us were blurry. That utterly disappointed me cause we looked damn good! Both decked out in suits and ties (mine was brand-spankin new, too). We kept getting compliments from loads of people, which felt REALLY good, that we were the cutest and happiest couple at the function. That was nice to hear. So, it wasn't a total loss, but pictures can speak so many thousands of words, you know?