If there wasn’t a packed house last night for Mark Borthwick’s performance at the Journal to celebrate his book not in fashion (Rizzoli) he probably would have been just as content strumming his guitar and cooing for the audience of daffodils, kumquats, curled photographs and ancient cowbells strewn around the floors and walls of the gallery. Bumping into people coming in from the damp Brooklyn spring became as unavoidable as stepping on a potted fern. And just like last night’s performance, the book itself is at once private and public with diary entries and poems by Borthwick alongside his more expository fashion photographs for the likes of Italian Vogue, Purple and Maison Martin Margiela. Photo and text Jordan Hruska

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