I knew all I needed was a break: I'm getting the itch to start street shooting again. I know how serial killers must feel.
Last week, Hedvig and I were on New Bond Street right after the Nine West press day - which was so lovely, I haven't posted it yet because I really want to do it justice - and I passed this girl in plain old skinny jeans and ballet flats and a grey sweatshirt, nothing special, in a sea of fashionistas, and something in me said: 'Go on. Talk to a stranger. Ask to take her picture, and pose her in the middle of the frame, like a classic 'street shot'.
And so I did. I listened to the Voices.
Totally forgot her name and she hasn't been in touch, so there isn't much more to this little story, I'm afraid. Hedvig was calling out as I was shooting 'Watch out, she's gonna make you jump!' (she's only serious and Scandinavian in the shots, in reality, she's a real cut up, our Hedvig).
Posting this early as I'm off across town to meet Katie, of What Katie Wore: she invited me to a breakfast thing in the East End, an hour away from home. It never occurred to me at the time that she really meant BREAKFAST, as in 8:00 a.m. Somehow I thought it was more like... brunch. Which means I"ll be commuting to 'work' with real people. Will bring camera: I'm curious to street shoot people in that part of town - the City- like Wall Street. And inches away, it's a whole other world: Shoreditch. I'm fascinated how the difference of a few streets can totally alter one's uniform.
What's your uniform?