The End of London Fashion Week, September 2010

Phew. It's over! Never thought I'd finish commenting on this season's shenanigans

Still feel like a cheat after having infiltrated enemy lines in my frustration to find something original on the streets. It will never be a challenge to stalk the cobbled pavements of Somerset House to shoot people who have studied how to look/dress/act different and who are surrounded by fellow facionistas who will inspire/pressure them to continue to do so. But it kind of defeats the purpose of this enterprise: to find people of the street with an individual voice and style unconnected to the world of facion

Oh well...trudging on!