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I swear, my life is so strange sometime. On Day Two of London Fashion week, I saw this guy who people were shooting who was SO a Sartorialist shot, so even tho it's not my normal subject, I figured I'd shoot him and send it to Scott. I swear to you: less than two minutes later, possibly only one, I saw the legend himself!
So I shot him.
It's funny, I've been shooting strangers for a while - six months now - and I've noticed that when most people have a camera pointed at them, even with their consent, they strike their pose. It's usually a 'say cheese' smile. Models NEVER smile. They strike THEIR pose, which is serious and sultry. Scott has probably decided he looks best gazing off in the same direction. He was trying to do his usual 3/4 profile pose, but I was having none of it. Come to think of it, perhaps I was a bit... bossy. For starters, I made him stand in the corner. But he was a good sport about it.
He was with his assistant, who I recognised by a post by Garance Dore about drinking coffee on NYC steps. But I didn't shoot her. I swear ; D