It's hard to describe the experience of fashion week unless you've, well, experienced it.
My first time, in September - when I didn't get to a show til the last night - I expended this HUGE amount of energy, running around & shooting & meeting people & absorbing everything, soaking up all this creative wonderfulness, but I got to relax at times, sipping a double shot latte from the Lavazza truck while watching - and shooting - stressed people running in to shows. Even celebrities weren't exempt: they might have drivers taking them there, vs the tube, but still.. it reminded me of commercial air travel: whether you're flying first class or coach, you still have to make the flight.
And just like with air travel, the fact that the flights are always delayed, and we KNOW they'll be delayed, doesn't help. We can't count on it. We still have to get there on time. This year: shooting, with the same intensity, AND running back & forth from Somerset House to the other venues.. well, at times I was one of those stressed out people, too.
But it's the most wonderful kind of stress. It's like each show is an intense, 20 minute holiday in some exotic place. It just means you have to catch up on your sleep anywhere you can. I've seen people nap in the dark in the minutes before shows start. Sometimes, they even manage it on their feet.