{"id":5263,"date":"2015-02-21T17:22:39","date_gmt":"2015-02-21T22:22:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/armenyl.com\/?p=5263"},"modified":"2015-09-04T19:54:09","modified_gmt":"2015-09-04T23:54:09","slug":"surviving-new-york-fashion-week","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/armenyl.com\/test\/2015\/02\/21\/surviving-new-york-fashion-week\/","title":{"rendered":"Surviving New York Fashion Week"},"content":{"rendered":"

How did I survive the coldest fashion week ever? A lot of hand warmers and a prayer! But to truly answer your question, I’d say I am not entirely sure: I was like a fish out of water coming from 90\u00b0F\/32\u00b0C and coconut water in Ghana<\/a> to New York\u2019s brutal -4\u00b0F\/-20\u00b0C.<\/p>\n

I would stand outside in the horrible temperature and complimentary winds to shoot for 2 hours at a time for 9 hours of the day, taking my warm breaks on the subway rides to the next show. The weather was so terrible, it almost felt like I couldn\u2019t breathe sometimes. There was a point where my lips froze so bad, I actually believed they would turn solid and then crack into several pieces if I said another word; they could barely move when I spoke, and the only confirmation that my fingers were clicking my camera\u2019s shutter button were the two-second previews of the pictures I took that showed up on my camera\u2019s screen. So, yes in fact, to be quite honest, I am not sure how I did survive.<\/p>\n