Sorry to keep you hanging with my Knightsbridge Topshop breakfast story. Just back from the pool, we're having a quiet night in, Mr. D's gone to get a film, just putting up a quick post from last Sunday. It was right after I met Roz & her mum & did a quick shoot on top of Primrose Hill, and it was a lovely Sunday morning on the high street in Primrose Hill. We were having an impromptu coffee outside with a friend, when a couple strolled by, arm in arm.
I sprinted after them and asked to shoot her. She's Dutch, he's Italian, she looked at him, he said 'Go on, sure.' She got all shy and said she doesn't take good photos.
'Of course you do!', said I. I tried to show her on my view finder, because I was already shooting her. I promised I'd send her the photos first, and she could look at my blog, and I assured her that I wouldn't post anything she wasn't comfortable with. Then I realised I'd left my cards, notebook, and pen back with the guys. So her boyfriend gave me his card.
Which I put in my jeans. Which Mr. Dot, later, in a fit of domesticity, washed. I thought I'd try to get at least his company name from the wad of mushed paper, but there was nothing in any of the pockets. And I hadn't transferred it into my bag. His card is gone. All I know is his first name is Guiseppe.
So if you know this girl: PLEASE send her my way! I hope she doesn't mind. I think she looks fabulous. I have no idea why she was so dressed up on a Sunday morning. Perhaps they had lunch plans, or perhaps it was her Saturday night outfit. I can so remember what that was like in NY: on any given work day, I'd have a little black dress rolled up in my bag, in case my dinner plans suddenly turned into clubbing after. And on Saturday night, of course no one gives a thought to how those same clothes will look in the light of day.
All I know is, she looked happy, Guiseppe looked happy, and this mix of copper leather jacket, the same tone as her hair and nails, bare legs, green and black lace dress and little black pumps is just so un matchy, so not trying too hard... a perfect ensemble, for day or night.
So.. as you get dressed to go out tonight, girls: how will it go down at your local brunch spot tomorrow morning? : )