citylikeyou — Glossier Showroom — New York by Helga Traxler

New York / Beauty Salon

Shop and try your favourite Skincare and Make-Up!

Website
glossier.com

Address
Glossier Showroom, 123 Lafayette Street, New York, United States

Photographer Artist

Current city: New York

photosalonhelga.com

Helga Traxler, born 1984 in Austria, also known as Photosalonhelga – is a Freelance-Photographer with a Masters Degree in Visual Communications. Helga has worked with clients such as: New York Times T-Magazine, New York Magazine - The Cut, Ryan McGinley Studios, Rauschenberg Foundation, Walter Schupfer Management, Mac Cosmetics, Sweden Unlimited, Bullett Media, Conrad Rosett, Mango, Ebay, Allianz, amm. Through the experimentation with the medium she is blurring the boundaries between fashion and art. Helga is known for her cautious, calculated approach and varied photographic style with strong attention paid to details and colour schemes. Her focus is squarely on people. Helga is based in Brooklyn/New York City.

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