just like paris

I believe that there are certain places, at certain moments in time, that have a gravitational pull, a sense of magic. Artistic souls feel drawn to these places. Florence during the early Renaissance, for example, or London in the Sixties.. Paris in the twenties and thirties, when Gerald and Sarah Murphy connected their friends Picasso with Hemmingway and the mad Fitzgeralds.

New York City goes thru waves of it. I sat with a blase young male photographer, from Canada actually, during September 2009's glorious, sunny first Somerset House London Fashion Week - the anniversary, the one that everyone still raves about - my first as well - as he pronounced to me, with disdain, that 'London is over, Berlin is the only cool city'. I haven't yet been, so I can't say, but for me, London is still pretty darn cool, and there are some moments, like last week when we - just a bunch of blog friends, of various ages, from all round world - were hanging out at the Breakfast Club in Hoxton and Kit just leaned back on the couch at the moment that I snapped her and Daniella snapped me, which she then posted ('time'). ('Jen said, of my shot, that I looked like Mick Jagger in the 70s, and you'd have to know Jen to know that's a compliment).

Just one of those moments where somehow the sum of the parts is greater than the parts. Or something like that.

kit kat @ kinder

Before the wondrous Kinder Aggugini show, I got my friend Kit Lee aka the Style Slicker, stylist, blogger extraordinaire, and 'companion' to Matthew Zorpas'*, to pose for me. (*Note to self: I really must ask her what that even means). I got some amazing photos of the show (Did anyone reading this, see it? What did you think?) - I'm not just saying that to spin you along - but I just popped in and must run out again and it takes time to go thru all the shots. I choose not to stay in the 'pit' and get the boring end-of-runway shots, so mine are shot from the middle aisle or if I'm lucky, front row, and it's very hit or miss: it's like big game hunting, those models do move like gazelles on the Serengeti Plain. Which is fitting, given his African theme this season.

Oh btw I just was with my friend Natayla who is now part of the Olivia Palermo story and we agreed, I really must tell you the story because it's like when someone says 'oh you must see this film' (because they weren't expecting anything and they were pleasantly surprised) and then, by the time you eventually see it, you go to your friend 'I didn't think it was all that great'.

It's the law of inverse proportions: the longer I drag this out, the more banal the story will seem. I know!! I can make shit up! You'll never know the difference.