rogue variations

Lately I've been thinking about the power of the written word, the power of images. The effect we have on each other, good or bad. We can feel when someone is angry with us, we really can feel it. It hurts us. We can also feel when we are loved.

We are more connected to each other, I believe, than we can begin to understand. It may even be possible that we can heal each other with our thoughts.



By chance, Pearl just happened to write something tonight that was exactly what I was thinking, that I was about to post about. It was in relation to Roz: "I do hope all our kind thoughts can sent positive energy to Roz and that she is back on her feet as soon as possible." And that's why I brought her hyacinths: they had no scent, but they will, in a day or so, and I was hoping that the scent would somehow help the healing process.

That's why I'm doing this post now: I want to send some positiveness Shini's way.






The thing about Shini is, she is one of the most creative, imaginative, talented people I know. She styles herself as if she were a three dimensional painting, or a composer, or a brilliant chef: she takes ingredients and whips them around and just gets the balances and proportions so right, even tho if you analyse it intellectually, it shouldn't work. When I saw her that day, what I got at first was an overall impression, and it was only as I started shooting that I realised for example, that she'd paired one top over another dress.. the sum of the parts becomes greater than the parts.

While I was going through these images of Shini the other night we were also emailing, and I realised she's going through a challenging time. I'm posting these now as a way of sending special rogue magic fairy dust good luck superhero powers. Let's see, in a week or so, if it works.





As per Shini's post of 13 October ('rogue'), her Sweater & Geometric Print top is courtesy of Urban Outfitters, dress: Primark. Khaki top: Uniqlo, bag: vintage DIYed, socks: Tabio, and shoes, Anarchy Street.

polka dots and leopard prints

@ Ashish.

Thank you, every person who commented yesterday, and those who sent private messages, and even those who haven't but just thought nice things: I can tell, with my psychic powers.

It's a beautiful sunny day here in London and I'm out, camera with hand, to the Marylebone area. I've got some errands and I thought I'd drop by Roz's hospital and leave her some flowers - she's probably not up for company yet. I'll get a coffee in the area so it would, indeed, be Clothes, Cameras, and Coffee.

If I see anyone stylish, I'll let you know.

big kiss

The last day of LFW, what I call Boy's Day, I almost didn't go. Each time I've gone, it's been a mixture of that sad, school's ended and some people have left but a few stragglers have stuck around, feeling. And each time I've had one classic typical fashion industry cliche unpleasant encounter. This time was no exception, but I also met some amazing people, kissed goodbye to a few new friends ('see you next February') and as I stepped off into the glorious sunlight on the Embankment, where they had set up the magnificent Tom's Terrace this year, I came upon a scene that felt like those iconic images of the streets after World War Two ended. You know the shot I'm talking about: that kiss.





I've been getting some interesting feedback lately, it seems the consensus is, people want me to go back to doing strictly street style. Having just written a really long reply in the comments (here), I'm a bit tapped out. And I must get out, it's a glorious fall day. The short answer is, I'm not stopping altogether, Dudettes, it's just.. well you try doing something for 18 months, day after day, simply as a hobby without getting paid.. you kind of burn out after a while. But more importantly, I am at core, an artistic soul, and I can't - won't - clip my own wings, creatively. If that means shooting models, or shows, or shoes, or - like on Sunday, buddhist statues at the British Museum.. I thought the whole idea of a blog is we can put up what we want.



My follower list today, as of posting this, is one short of 1400. I'm assuming after this post I'll drop a few and I'll be sorry to see you go but hey, as my dad would say, that's what makes horse racing: we can't all back the same horse.

Must run. Big kiss.