I can't tell you how many times recently I've seen on the streetstyle news twitter thing, a post titled 'Kate Lanphear'. And the funny thing is, she's not famous to most people. My husband, Mr. Dot, for one.
'Honey, do you know who Kate Lanphear is?'
'Kate Lanphear? No. Why?'
If you're reading this blog, I don't need to explain who she is. (Sorry: Mr. Dot was just asking me 'So who's Kate Lanphear.') I saw her @ LFW.. I think this was her Day Three outfit? She was running into the Somerset House tent thingy, and I ran up to her and, breathless, asked if I could take her photo. (I didn't mention that I joined the Cult of Kate Lanphear facebook group ages ago, and just discovered she's also got a fan club, too. I'm her 1863rd fan).
There isn't much of a story here, I'm afraid. She struck me as polite and ladylike. Her hair is blonder than I expected, somehow I thought it would be white. We didn't exactly have a conversation. In fact I don't think she spoke at all. Just stopped, posed, two clicks*, and she was off in her pixie like hooded platinum coloured coat and iconic black stiletto Loubs.
*Believe it or not, the first two are separate shots. They look identical but when I looked carefully thru her sunglasses (I wear the same ones btw) in one shot she's looking at me - but not seeing me, if you know what I mean - and in the other, she's looking away. But her head never moves. She was very still, for that brief moment. Very still, and serene. It was quite amazing actually.
Just saw a gorgeous shot of her on Easy Fashion (Paris Fashion Week). Boy does that icon get around.