Okay this is a little confusing: it's Day Two here in London for A/W 2010 (that alone is weird: it's not even spring yet - God only knows what it's like for people living in places like Australia), but I'm still posting Day One. I think I dreamt about the light blue dress in yesterday's post: all know is after three more catwalk shows today, ANd an awards ceremony, and running all over town and meeting more people than I can remember, all I can think about is light blue and fuzzy knit. That's the predominant image in my head, that's the look I want to wear. Soft knits, unravelling, in shades of nude, beige, pink, turquoise, and baby blue.
And I think these girls are just gorgeous. Not a model in the bunch, just civilians.
These were all shot after the Bora show yesterday. I ended up in a general flow that brought me to a kind of outdoor backstage vibe: everyone was just so up after that show, and models & people were coming out of backstage, and we were all kind of hanging around, feeling buoyant.
I suddenly realised that the kind of wall next to me was actually the rack of the clothes in the show. For some reason that blew me away, and I started shooting it. There were some crew guys that I realised were guarding the rack. 'Sorry: am I allowed to shoot this?' I asked. Which sounded funny to me because if it was no secret to see the actual clothes, what harm would it do to photograph them off the girls?
'Would you like me to model them?' asked the guy guarding the clothes. 'Yes, please', said I, but he chickened out (that's a quaint expression!)
Okay, enough chit chat from me. You deserve more shots, and I've already chosen a bunch for you to see next. But it's late, and I need to chill out with a rom com. Something with Jennifer Aniston, I don't even care what. (I shot a bunch of celebrities today: not intentionally, they were just there).
If anyone's in London, btw, don't be shy: come on down! Anyone can get into the Somerset House open area, and they're making the best crepes (savoury & sweet) @ the Lavazza truck, which this year has been traded in for a shiny silver spiffy model. What are you waiting for, a written invitation?