Taking people’s cards at LFW, or any event for that matter, is useless. You get home, dump out all the collected cards, and have no clue which belonged to each person you met....Read More →
Taking people’s cards at LFW, or any event for that matter, is useless. You get home, dump out all the collected cards, and have no clue which belonged to each person you met. I decided to solve this problem by photographing cards I received directly after taking the person’s picture to whom it belonged. The only problem is, in some cases, they have no individual names which still leaves you a bit in the dark. Case in point: the one above. When I took it I didn’t recognize the name on it and later in the day, when Shini and I were resting our aching feet and scrolling through Bloglovin in the press lounge, we came across the site. ‘Oh! I like that… send me a link so I remember to look at it again’ I told Shini. When I got home and opened my DM to see the site was The Street Hearts I felt like an absolute tool… I took that very card from someone earlier in the day. Oh well, that wouldn’t be the first time I made a fool of myself that day (the peak moment being when I asked Tommy Ton if I could take his picture… cringe… at least I got a laugh out of the girls who watched the spectacle take place). Anyway, all this to say the above girl gave me a card from The Street Hearts but I can’t seem to find any info about her on the site. Does anyone know who she is? The site is gorgeous by the way. Check it out for some inspiring street style.
p.s. innovative play on lengths – the long cardi is officially back on the radar.
Matthew Zorpas is quickly becoming a widely recognizable style icon.
Voted second best dressed man in Britain by Esquire he is a magnanimous force. Each day at London Fashion Week he donned a new mesmerizing ensemble, sometimes multiple, and couldn’t make two steps across the courtyard at Somerset House without being stopped by a photographer. It’s clear why: not only does Matthew stand out from the crowds, he’s a firm supporter of new generation designers. Each time he is snapped the designer’s card is handed out to the photographer so that the outfit he is wearing can be properly credited. Having only lived in London for four years, after moving over from his native Cyprus, you’d think Zorpas had lived here his whole life. This boy knows everybody, or better yet, everybody knows him. Despite his growing recognition he is achingly down to earth and so much fun to be around. Not the slightest bit fussed over which row he sits, or even if he stands, he’s always up for trying to wiggle his way into a show and, if you’re lucky, will drag you along for the ride. He’s got drive too and is in the process of setting up his own PR company that will support, that’s right, new generation designers. It’s a worthy cause and, if the commotion he manages to stir everywhere he goes is anything to go by, this boy is one to watch.
Day 1: Waistcoat and trousers (denim waist built in) by Harold Lunde Helgesen.
Follow Matthew on Twitter here.
By day three of London Fashion Week my personal style went out the window. My feet were blistered and embarrassingly swollen to the point I could barely squeeze them into a pair of converse. This flip flop wearing girl is seriously not cut out for eleven hour days in sky high heels. I’d like to say lesson learnt, but chances are I’d do the same thing again. I was no longer bothered about what I wore and as a way of sticking it to the Man I opted for all black topped off with converse and a low bun. After the first show of the day we went for breakfast in Covent Garden only to discover most places have move onto lunch by noon. Unfortunately I was in no state for soups or sandwiches so broke the cardinal rule of fashion week and scoffed down a bowl of fries. Bloated belly in a body con dress? Oh well. Instead of being sunny like the day before the air was icy cold all day. Shame, another attempt gone awry. My bare legs were literally quivering when Jill offered me her mom’s buttery driving jacket to wear. Bless her, it saved the day.
Capes are big news for this season and there have been a fair few floating around Somerset House during London Fashion Week. Peter’s, from Cracker Your Wardrobe, really stood out. The juxtaposition of his top half compared to the bottom is effortlessly cool. Traditional British red plaid scarf and a deep green cape emblazoned with military badges are offset by quirky high tops and distressed denim. A lesson in how to cape it.
Caught the Spring 2011 shows for Masha Ma and Kinder Aggugini today. Spent a lot of the day sipping vitamin water in the press lounge; it really is true that the ability to eat is sucked right out of you during fashion week. The rest of the time I shot the crazy-beautiful folk that were surrounding Somerset House.
p.s. A certain illustrious fashion editor sat in front of me at Kinder. She was wearing some wild headgear which consisted of two giant cherries planted firmly on the side of her head. I’m uploading randomly bizarre shots, like the aforementioned one, onto Facebook because I don’t want to overcrowd this site with a gazillion LFW shots. So head over there to see the weird and the wonderful of fashion week.