Even tho I'm partly to blame - I've been calling myself StreetStyle London since January 2009, for goodness sake - it seems that London Fashion Week has become such a circus of people shooting people. So this time round, I've been leaving it to the new kids on the block. Not getting so star struck and running after every single streetstyle photo op. But rather, like an old cat, or a lioness, I've been biding my time at this year's fashion week, while around me all the frisky kittens romp til they exhaust themselves, like I did at my first fashion week. Our cat did that when he was a kitten: he'd just leap in the air after a piece of string til he was panting, gasping for breath, and even then, he couldn't stop. Now he'll jump, but - metaphorically speaking - it had better be for a damn good shot.
I thought I was doing pretty good this year: shooting streetstyle, but not going insane. And then - and I blame Style East, that rabble rouser - suddenly there was this feeding frenzy, and in the middle: Anna Della Russo!! I can almost see what happened this summer with the London riots: that mob mentality. You get all caught up in the moment. We just went all snap happy.
Fedoras were everywhere this week, and I love the way Anna wore hers with all white. The best Panama fedoras are by my friend Carry Sommers, part of the Esthetica Group: Pachacuti hats.
After I took these shots, I told my new lovely talented young friend, Willow ('she loves mixed tapes'), that as I took the shots, running like a big sweaty papp, I actually yelled out 'I love you, Anna!' The first time I ever said that to a woman. 'First time for everything,' Willow quipped, deadpan.