First: I am not a Blogger. I am a human being.
Second: Today, like yesterday, is a gift from the Gods, here in London. Hot and sunshine. I'd have paid good money and gone thru all the security crap, to be somewhere else in the world and have this glorious weather.
So the least I can do is get my lovely laptop off my lap, shut this baby down, take my notebook (to write my novel), and my camera, and be PRESENT. Take a break from posting about all things fashion week. Because, having gathered my acorns, having squirrelled those images away, I've got all winter to show you what people wore, on or off the catwalk.
Of course: were I in Paris, that would be another story. But I'm not. I'll leave that to those that are. I've got some lovely shots of some lovely stylish people from yesterday, when I was with a wonderful new friend at the V&A.
But for now, I leave you with this one baby, for whom this imperfect yet perfect world is new, and bright, with infinite possibilities.