What ever happened to street-style photos? When did all those easy, breezy, life-affirming shots of men and women in cities all over the world, just going about their business in clothes they feel good in, turn into shots of try-hards desperate to be photographed?
Right now is New York Fashion Week, traditional season of the gazelle - and the peacock. Sure enough, my Instagram feed was chocka with portraits of long-legged young women in thousand-dollar shoes crossing the street outside the Lincoln Centre. Not even models, most of them, just random beauties, off to the shows every day, in Dior and Prabal Gurung and Moschino. They all looked amazing but they looked a bit samey also, scrolling through them.
I follow about a dozen well-known photographers and they were all uploading photos of the same kind of woman. She's got long silky hair, a rangy body and she turned up every day at Fashion Week in the same combination of stripes, heels and cut-away bustier.
Fair play to her, but where were the kooks, I wonder? Where were the weirdos? The mavericks, the free-stylers? There was one shot of a girl in a Spongebob Squarepants dress, and one of J Crew's Jenna Lyons in a pair of shiny Nikes. Where's Anna Dello Russo and her serpent sunnies when you need her?
Not everyone can pull off outrageous style; not everyone wants to. But there doesn't seem to be much going on in the way of whimsy in New York, and not much personality on display even.