It was last week I think: one of the gloriously, bizarrely, freakishly for this time of year summer days, and I had just left Jaks from a long luxurious lunch with my friend Pia, and wanted to do some reading and writing at the sweet little V&A cafe in the newly built South Kensington open courtyard area. And I saw this girl - Eva - sitting at the counter. She worked there, but wasn't working. And I thought at first she had a black print top under her amazing floral top, but no, it's a tattoo.
Figures: just at the time when I thought I'd hung up my streetstyle shooting shoes.. luckily I had my camera on my phone. But really: am I going to have to start carrying my Canon around again? I feel like a serial killer in remission: I'm feeling the urge to shoot again.
Orla interview post coming up, chickens! Hope you all had a delightful weekend.