Front Row to the Underground: A Photographer’s Dichotomy at NZFW & Āhua

For one week, I inhabited two parallel sartorial universes. By day, the refined, corporate rhythm of New Zealand Fashion Week within Shed 10; by night, the visceral pulse of its radical underground answer, Āhua. Where the former offered sponsored gelato and immaculate scheduling, the latter thrived on pure creative conviction and a defiantly independent spirit. These are my observations.

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