Looking back, the last day before I got this bug/alleged swine flu thing - last Thursday, Guy Fawkes' day - was a kind of Odyssey home. I had gone up to my friends' Bronwyn & Michal's neck of the woods - Primrose Hill area - and was taking a long, scenic walk home, thru Primrose Hill, Regent's Park... just going where my camera, and the Muse, led me. Along the way I came across the most extraordinary scenes, most of which I'm not posting because they're not relevant to street style (altho some, like the dogs, could just barely squeak by).
Shortly after the Dog Incident, I came across Ira (pronounced more like a soft 'Yirra'), from Russia, in electric blue jeans, photographing the bright red berries in this tree. She was with an older relative, possibly her grandmother. Perhaps it's because I was already a bit feverish, but it was a very Dr. Zhivago moment, I felt. The intense, technicolour-ness of the moment (I haven't touched these shots). She is such a nice girl, and as I walked away, I found myself humming Lara's Theme.