Athena (daughter), Barbara, Michael and Snowy (dog) Lawson. Style? Warm, bundled up in layers.” Storm? “I’m lovin’ it! No power, but we just grilled up some food – steak, eggs and toast!” Plans? “Head back home, phones are charging in the car so we can watch some Netflix.”
Bob Lewis. “It’s offshore foul weather gear for a boat, so I don’t get hit by a plow on the street.” Plans? “Snowblowing. I have a ‘blower and truck and a lot of relatives, so I’m pretty popular today.”
Cindy Neves. Outfit? “Warm, convenient and ready” Storm? “What do you think? I don’t like it.”
Ian Scissors. Outfit? “Snow gear for made for snowmobiles.” Storm? “It’s awesome! It’s nothinn’ to me, I’m from New Hampshire!” Plans? “Ride, man, ride ‘til I’m out of gas! I’m waiting for some friends right now, gonna go and build an igloo man.”
KC Mitkevicius. Outfit? “Winter hiking clothes”. Plans? “Put on some snow shoes and hit the trail.”
Lucas Probst. Outfit? “Snow clothes, man.” Storm? “Been brutal.” Plans? “Go home and lay under a blanket.”
Pandora Lagadinos. (happy to pose while her husband’s giant truck / plow combo was stuck in a snow drift). “This is my winter wonderland outfit!”
New York Fashion Week had an uninvited attendee this year in the form of winter storm Nemo, who true to his name, dumped 20 thousand leagues of icy hassle upon the Northeast. So full of foreboding were the weather reports that I self-evacuated NYC on Thursday night, temporarily aborting my Fashion Week adventure by literally catching the last seat on the last train back to my home of Cape Cod. But in keeping with the spirit of fashion week, I decided to ignore the statewide travel ban and brave near white-out conditions to capture my fellow stalwart, legendarily cantankerous New Englanders in their natural habitat.