I shot the NFL Draft for several years, including the first time it took place at Radio City Music Hall. It’s a slow-moving dirge that only drags as the night wears on, but I know it’s important. Some pictures have a life long after the draft (like Eli Manning’s deflated expression when picked by the San Diego Chargers in the first round).
Last year, though, I kept out of the main event and decided to focus on the way these new inductees to the world of pro football styled themselves for the event.
Here’s a typical scene after an NFL game, but you’d only see it if you’re always the last person out the door after editing your take of the game: it’s the long procession of players on their way to the bus, but what makes this special is the way they’re dressed for the trip.
The color palette is like something from an Easter basket. Purple, light pink and red, yellow from head to toe. Fedoras. Hankies (for showing, and not for blowing). I’ve seen canes, too — from guys who just went four quarters.
So, for the NFL draft, I stayed put on the red carpet. The style was eye-opening, and meant to make a statement: This is me, in the clothes I choose for myself at this point in my life.