The last day of LFW, what I call Boy's Day, I almost didn't go. Each time I've gone, it's been a mixture of that sad, school's ended and some people have left but a few stragglers have stuck around, feeling. And each time I've had one classic typical fashion industry cliche unpleasant encounter. This time was no exception, but I also met some amazing people, kissed goodbye to a few new friends ('see you next February') and as I stepped off into the glorious sunlight on the Embankment, where they had set up the magnificent Tom's Terrace this year, I came upon a scene that felt like those iconic images of the streets after World War Two ended. You know the shot I'm talking about: that kiss.
I've been getting some interesting feedback lately, it seems the consensus is, people want me to go back to doing strictly street style. Having just written a really long reply in the comments (here), I'm a bit tapped out. And I must get out, it's a glorious fall day. The short answer is, I'm not stopping altogether, Dudettes, it's just.. well you try doing something for 18 months, day after day, simply as a hobby without getting paid.. you kind of burn out after a while. But more importantly, I am at core, an artistic soul, and I can't - won't - clip my own wings, creatively. If that means shooting models, or shows, or shoes, or - like on Sunday, buddhist statues at the British Museum.. I thought the whole idea of a blog is we can put up what we want.
My follower list today, as of posting this, is one short of 1400. I'm assuming after this post I'll drop a few and I'll be sorry to see you go but hey, as my dad would say, that's what makes horse racing: we can't all back the same horse.
Must run. Big kiss.