paris correspondent

I did not take this photo, shot yesterday in Paris. Alex did. Alex, of La Perle a Paris. Alex, who I have not yet met. My new friend Alex, who I introduced to Reid, virtually. Reid Peppard, who is my taxidermist artist jewelry designer friend, Reid of RP/Encore, from California, who dresses Lady Gaga in rat hats & lives in East London with her English artist boyfriend. Reid, who coincidentally, it transpires, lived a few miles from Alex, growing up. Anyway: thanks to a few tweets, they're now friends. And they had already met each other: by mistake! Mistake, of course, or Serendipity.

There's more to this story and I will continue tomorrow - it's late, it's freak summer here, but what I can't get over is when I asked Alex to send me some photos - to be my eyes & ears for Paris fashion week - what I didn't expect is that SHE HAS MY EYE.

This is not a street shot by me, but I wish it was.

are you for real?

This is a true story: soon as I arrived at the Arcadia press day (Topshop etc), when I was handed a bowl of yummy beet root salad, I was sitting eating it when who should I see but the lovely Alex of Alex Loves, with two lovely blog friends (that's a whole lot o'lovely) and one of the first things she said was 'this year it's all about Dorothy Perkins.' It was almost more of a pronouncement so off I trotted to the DP floor and I was about to ask to shoot this girl, who was channelling Jerry Hall circa early 1980s, when I realised.. well I'll let the photos speak for themselves. Because she certainly didn't.





(oh and if you want to see something really moving - which IS real - check this out):