Today is my last day shooting India Fashion Week. My trips to the dust bowl that is the NSIC Convention Complex are about to be over. I’m excited.

It’s been a pretty good week. I’ve been jet lagged for a couple of the days so naps in between shows have been a pretty regular occurrence. The over zealous security guards have calmed down a lot since the first day so now I can get backstage to do that.

In between shooting flat, well lit full lengths and beauty shots for Harper’s I’ve managed to take a couple photos for my self. The light back stage tends to be really dramatic and I like playing with the contrast between highlights and shadows.

Fashion week managed to start yesterday and I was quickly reminded of just how long the days are.

Yesterday I spent about eleven hours at the venue and that’s with everything running relatively close to schedule.

At least they kind of got the air conditioning to work and I was able to take a nap during the downtime so I guess it’s really not that bad, just long.

Here’s a photo of Tamara.

Today was the first day of Fashion Week in Delhi. It got off to a normal start, well normal for India I suppose. There was massive line (and I use the term line loosely) for credentials, the set up of the venue was pretty rough and the first show didn’t get going until an hour and a half after the scheduled start time.

The clothing was pretty wild as you can see. Massive plasticy headdresses, weird day glo colors and giant futuristic looking shoes. The lights went on and we started shooting but soon the problems would start.

Apparently the venue didn’t get the proper certifications for fire safety. A squad of police and fire officials put a hold on the event before anyone got on the runway and everyone was told to wait.

The models changed out of their outfits and everyone went to the lounge to hang out. A couple hours passed and no one had heard any news. We ate lunch. A couple more hours passed and people started wondering what was going on.

Models and media sipped beers and waited. Eventually after a new sprinkler system was installed a rumor circulated that the last three shows of the day would be presented with the rest being cancelled.

The hairdressers and make-up artists went at the models like a well trained NASCAR pit crew…

But alas the rumor was just that and in the end the fire safety officials would win this battle. The day was cancelled and after six and a half hours of waiting around everyone was told they could go home.

After a great two day stop over in New York I’m here again in India. It’s hot, sticky, overwhelming and wonderful just the way I remember it.

Over the next two weeks I have a pretty much nonstop work schedule. Tomorrow I start shooting Fashion Week for Harper’s Bazaar and right after that ends I fly down to Mumbai to shoot a couple assignments for CNNGo.

As long as jet lag doesn’t kill me it should be a really fun couple of weeks. It’s nice to hit the ground running, I just hope I can manage to keep up with myself.

Here’s a look at what I did on my last couple of days in the States:

Hung out on the roof of my friend’s awesome apartment in Greenpoint…

Listened to some impromptu ukelele picking from my friend Ian while the sun went down over Brooklyn…

Saw greenery beginning to show up on trees that were bare and frozen just a couple months ago…

Witnessed an incredible performance art exhibit by Marina Abramović at The MoMa…

Ate some real old school Brooklyn pizza at Sam’s…

And did a little currency trading in the subway.

I’ve haven’t been posting because I’ve been busy getting ready to head back to India. I’m leaving Venice today and the States on Sunday. I start shooting fashion week for Harper’s on Wednesday. Should be interesting. I hope I can power through the jet lag.

I picked up my rental car today and this song was playing when I turned on the radio.

I thought it was sort of a weird coincidence.

Well off I got continue shoving things into a backpack. I’m starting the sack life all over again.

Is the subject of both this multimedia project and the music video below. Both shot by photographer Jessica Dimmock.

I’ve always been impressed by the intimacy the Dimmock managed to get with her subjects in the Ninth Floor. There’s a palpable emotional connection there that I just don’t see often. It’s a tough watch so be forewarned.

She managed to carry that same feel into the music video for Moby. Interesting to see how much a talented shooter can pull out of a small moment.