Ok, here goes round two. I've eased up on the caffeine intake and gotten more adapt at style stalking. There was a particular hour right before the John Rocha show where traipsing around Somerset House in otherwise known as
painfully heightened footwear really paid off. In that mere hour, I spotted Scott Schuman and Phil Oh in their "natural habitat", and got a chance to shoot Tommy Ton for a change, along with Papa and daughter Rocha dashing in-and-out of backstage for air (good sports for letting me shoot them). I can't stress the importance of investing in a semi or professional lens. Yes, yes, I know it's tough thinking you could've spent that wad of cash on a new bi-textural (like bisexuals but with texture, duh) J.W. Anderson perforated shirt dress or a Kenzo brocade coat, but seriously you won't regret it. You of all people should appreciate the wondrous nature of quality photos. While people lust over Louboutin's red sole, I for one can't wait to upgrade my lens with a red ring.
all photos by me