Holding my breath that all goes peacefully in Cairo today - Natayla's uncle was waiting all night in Tahrir square for the sun to rise and start the march. But she of all people would be the first to say that life goes on and I'm editing photos for a shoot Jen and Shini did on Saturday for Next (more about that later) - after all, Nat's the editor of Its Fashion Week, Egypt's main online fashion magazine, and she's such a professional, she'll do whatever it takes to make her deadlines. So while I can understand her not being able to do hers today, what with there being no internet in the country and all, still it would be pretty pathetic if I just threw up my hands and got all verklepmpt and started boycotting my own blog on behalf of the Egyptian people.
And yesterday I got back on the street style horse! Yay! I first surreptitiously shot Jess and her dog, crossing Pont Street after a lovely coffee and chat with my friend Maria. The sun was out and no one else was around and she saw me and smiled so I thought, what the hell. Can't hurt to ask.
Jess's dog's name is Winston Churchill and when she scooped him up to pose she said 'He doesn't like being told what to do.' I'd guess his namesake felt the same way. I love Jess's style, I can never get tired of black white and camel, love her creamy white cable knit jumper which looks expensive and possibly cashmere. When I asked where she got her jacket she told me but you wouldn't believe it. 'It's so Martin Margiela, don't you think?' she asked. I do.
Fingers on buzzers who made it. Answers in the next post.
Praying it stays peaceful in Cairo. The first thing I heard when I turned on the BBC was a reporter saying 'it's a bit like a party' and we all love a good party.