"High Fashion Photography" ???

This question was posted to an online forum:

"What makes High fashion photography?"

My Answer:

The difference I think you're reaching for is catalog vs. editorial style. In catalog photography you shoot the entire collection. In an editorial style you try to sum up the entire collection in a short series of images.

In real editorial fashion photography, at a purist level, you look at what is now and what is past and you create a very selective visual essay. It doesn't always work that way. Most magazines want their advertisers' products represented in the editorials, so what you see in Vogue etc. is not normally true editorials because the editors are influenced by a need to keep their employers happy.

"High fashion" is a bad translation of the French "Haute Couture," which is a very specific kind of clothing, and actually translates to "high sewing." Haute Couture is the very highest level of fashion in terms of craft and quality workmanship. They don't sell it at Macy's. They barely sell it at Bergdorf Goodman. It's one of a kind pieces, usually made for a specific person. It is actually a legal distinction and only a small group of fashion design companies are allowed to call their work "Haute Couture."

Do schools today kill creativity?

Do schools today kill creativity? (Ken Robinson, TEDTalks)

slide show: The Decline of Fashion Photography

This is a fantastic little slide show (with commentary) over on Slate.com.

The Decline of Fashion Photography
An argument in pictures.
By Karen Lehrman

I don't know that what is shown is a "decline" so much as a simple progression. Fashion was never about the clothes. Stories are certainly still being told through the images. I do like the idea of going back to not allowing gratuitous text to be plastered all over the negative space in images printed in magazines. It's usually a blank area for a reason.

style is easy to see, grace is more rare than gold

I was wandering around Soho last night with my friend Echo, and we stopped outside an apparently popular nightlife corner (Spring and Renwick Streets) where there are several bars clustered together. I like watching people. How they communicate, interact, represent themselves, it's all fascinating. I was really surprised how obviously bad most of the clubwear outfits looked. Granted, this seemed to be a college and Wall Street wannabe crowd, but you ought to be at least able to get one piece of an outfit right.

Choice questions for the girls came to mind...

• "Sweetheart, are you color blind?"
• "You've got money for cosmopolitans, but not a mirror?"
• "Did you loot that during a blackout?"

A few had put in some effort and they really stood out, especially when they walked to the bar across the street and nearly tripped every other step clomping along in their expensive high heels, looking more like they were wearing ski boots than anything in the range of a Jimmy Choo.

One of my first thoughts as we had approached this corner was "hey, look, cute girls hanging out on the sidewalk" (they were in line for the door), but after hanging around for a few minutes my somewhat jaded fashion photographer sensibilities kicked in full force and all I saw was sad confused people.