On Thursday I went to Graduate Fashion Week at Earl's Court in London. FABULOUS event. I was able to hang out in the pretty pink modern press room between shows and nibble on lovely tea sandwiches, and try to edit down over 1500 shots of the Gala catwalk show (which I saw twice). Which I've just uploaded.
It's pretty daunting, actually. The talent of the British fashion students is just so amazing, and I want to do them justice. These are the designers of our future.
This is only ONE DRESS from one designer. And I don't even know who, yet. The organisers of the show will send me the list, which I'll co-ordinate with shots I took of the ticket-tape effect going on in the background (it really was beautifully designed and organised).
As I was uploading all this - which I need to back up, as I'm getting a new laptop on Tuesday - I just felt.. overwhelmed. Mr. Dude is getting antsy to go to a film (we were going to go to the outdoor pool, now the weather is looking grey) and he's been at me all morning about time.. it's the weekend! And I've been working at this since 8:00!
And then I thought about a chat over coffee I had yesterday morning with a dear friend (you know who you are!) and how overwhelmed she was feeling with her life: husband, children, the career in fashion she gave up and wants to get back to.. sometimes I find it easier to advi. And the advice I gave to her is what I'm giving to myself now: baby steps. One at a time.
I'm not saying I'm going to do a post with four shots of every single outfit that was on the catwalk. Please. I'd love to, but that would take a year. But I can chip away, image by image. I'll get there.
Speaking of which, he's leaving without me! Must click 'publish post', if I've made any errors, apologies.
I hope wherever you are today, whatever you're doing, even if it's 'work', it will feel like fun. Big kiss! X