Showing posts with label Osman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Osman. Show all posts

19.10.09

hair do: osman or ashish?



@ Somerset House, Day Two. For either the Osman show, or Ashish. Actually, judging by the sleek, slightly rippled effect of the hair dos, I'm guessing Ashish. Osman's do's look all to be topknots.



Actually, I'm sure there's someone out there who knows. Possibly who has even been to one, or both of the shows. I love both their collections. They're so opposite: Osman's so serene, all white and gold and clean and geometric. Ashish, I LOVE his bold colours, black and turquoise and aquamarine blue, crazy pop art patterns and scary studs. And don't even get me started on his shoes!

Which are you: an Osman, or an Ashish girl?

21.9.09

portrait gallery: leather & louis








Still from Day Two (I've just finished Day Four, so you can just imagine!). All shot @ Somerset House, before the Osman show. I was burning up in a little sleeveless navy dress, bare legs, black ankle socks & heels, so I can just imagine how people were feeing in all that black leather. It was sooo swimming weather!

LFW Day Two: chanel with a twist, for osman



Her name is Drielli, she was modelling in the Osman show on Day Two (Saturday) and she was very shy and very sweet. I love this mix of Chanel cream leather jacket, flirty black skirt, my favourite black gold stud boots (which might possibly be Topshop) and a simple grey tee. She's got the balance spot on. I liked every single shot I got of her, and it's so hard to decide, so I'm posting three.



This is impossible: I've got hundreds, probably over a thousand shots now, and can't go thru them all as I've got to run out the door to meet some friends then back to Somerset House! I'm time releasing some throughout the day, but still, at this rate, it will be Christmas and I still won't have got through Day Two.



You can't imagine what it's like for me: for six months I've done the whole 'hi, can I shoot you for my blog' thing, and here I am, in an enclosed space with people who LOVE getting photographed by strangers! Not the models: for them it's exhausting, they're either rushing TO a show or exhausted from one (plus, it's been really hot & everyone's been over dressed in leather & fur: this looks Chanel) but everyone else - the civilians - they're thrilled to be shot! So I'm like.. I dunno, a fox in a hen house. A cat who got the cream. You pick the cliche, that's me!