'Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.'
Two separate photos, pulled from my archives. I met Leila and Rhiannon at my - and their - first fashion week, September 2009. They couldn't believe that a)I asked their names, b)wrote them down and c)remembered, and greeted them, when I saw them again. And again. We kept running into each other everywhere, and they became two of several Muses. 'Everyone else just shoots us,' they said. 'They don't even say thank you.'
And weirdly, three years ago, this time, I met someone on the street. I guess I gave her my card but I didn't hear from her - all I knew was her name was Peony. It only occurred to me now - I know her. I've seen her over the years at fashion weeks, and last I knew, she lived near us, with her mum. You might even know her, too - I think she has a blog.
Alternative Fashion Week is on in East London, and my lovely friend Dvora asked if I wanted to go. I can't - I've already got other plans - but I'm sure she'll get great shots. She's shooting, I believe, for Vogue, too. I can't believe that all this time, our paths didn't cross, and now - when I'm less intense about my blog, about street shooting - she is such a warm, generous friend.
Funny old world.