Oh is it nice to potato out on the couch with a cup of tea, the cat, chocolate covered cookies, and High Society on TV. I've already lost the race to get my LFW shots up first, so I can now take my time and send them out into the world, along with whatever I shoot next, in whatever random order hits me.
I took these four shots - cropped exactly as you see here - on Day One:
Clockwise from top left: a girl whose name I forget, Rihanna, Henry Holland, and Natayla. You may say this post has nothing to do with 'style' and you're probably right. Except I happen to feel that our personal style comes from something close to our soul. And with that regard, our eyes are the window to that above mentioned, elusive soul.
This weekend we saw a great show, still on, at the Tate Modern called Exposed: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera. It's a subject I'm fascinated with, because - as more and more bloggers are shooting 'street style' especially at fashion weeks, and as I push my creative envelope in other directions (hence the alternate blog name - I'm no longer just street style) and as I shoot the occasional celebrity, I'm aware of trying to find a balance between portraiture, privacy, exploitation, and simply the concept of fame.
I wanted to call this title 'don't you know who i am?' but then I spent ages trying to find this quote.. something about 'we had faces'.. couldn't recall which film is was from but it's probably Sunset Boulevard, which led me to this hilarious little sketch, below. No offence, Hillary: we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you.