That's another thing that everyone was doing at fashion week: either talking, or texting. On the phone. When they weren't smoking, that is. Or, often, a bit of both.
You know how when you see films from like the early 90s - Julie Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding, for example - and they're holding these big bricks to their ears? It looks so dated. Someday, when we all just have chips implanted under our wrist and walk around looking like we're barking mad & talking to ourselves, THIS will look so dated. A hand to an ear. On this year's model blackberry (which, I admit, I've got, too: I've customised mine with three hot pink polka dots of nail varnish, so I can tell it apart from Mr. Dot's).
The thing about the phone is it keeps one from being Present, which is, in the Buddhist sense, all that matters. And yet - well sometimes, you just have to. I did, at times. It just seemed to me that with all this wonderful stuff going on to observe, people aren't really seeing it at times. Plus, it kept me from asking their permission to shoot them. So after a while, I just did anyway. Usually they'd then glance up, see me mouthing thank you, and smile. And go on talking.
So: which phone look is more you?