I lived in London for three years. In those years I did a lot of walking and I took a lot of photographs. It was a way of assimilating the city. Street style photos were all the go. Subjects were delighted to pose. All I had to do was say the words “style blog” and back went the shoulders and up with the chin.
I was exactly the same myself. I got stopped a couple of times and I didn’t need coaxing or cajoling.
Cool customers are Londoners but they are not shy.
This lassie’s style is right up my alley. Big 80’s leather jacket, animal print leggings, flat shoes and the top knot top to top it off. Its street. Its sloppy and edgy and looks cool because it looks effortless. I like the monochromatic palette that she breaks with her blue over- sized headphones. She obviously knows the rules if she can break them so well.
I am a frequenter of greasy spoon cafes. I get it from my father’s side. What their fare lacks in dietary nutrition the social and communal offerings they provide more than make up for. I especially enjoy them in off peak times as it is then that they attract peculiar outliers like myself. People who crave a sense of community and normality but in bite size portions. Who like to be with people but a distance.
The universal appeal of the greasy spoon is an excellent backdrop for observing life’s sublime contrasts.
I met Angel at one of my favourite joints in Archway, London. Our meeting was brief. We talked about clothes and style but what we communicated was something greater.
I had to photograph Aimee as she possessed such an exquisite femininity and old world beauty. Here she stands in her workplace The Vintage Emporium, Brick Lane. London.
I still frequent thrift stores but did so more in the past for many reasons. The trickle down economy may be a myth in the larger sense but its a fact for the second hand shopper. I made hay while the sun was shining which I would would say peaked in 2009. Thankfully I bought enough to last me several years and much of it I sold on.
I bought a lot of beautiful things as I had sense it would not last and I was right. Nowadays charity shops are filled for the most part with rows upon rows of de-tagged Penny’s and New Look fodder. I still come across the occasional gem and I keep my hunting instincts sharp by only making a purchase when my need is great.
Londoner’s know how to pose. Certain parts of the city’s inhabitants are naturals at nonchalance. Shoreditch natives and the herds of tourists it attracts need little in the way of art direction. Point a camera at them and they’ll do the rest.
Back in the day when fag breaks were fag breaks jobbing blog fodder was part of the deal making the set up easier. A point and a nod would suffice for communication purposes. Cool minimalists to the core.
Hats off to this young ‘un for unabashedly ticking all boxes in the rock canon wardrobe and getting away with it!
From the archives I present to you some coolness from London. I shot a whole army of gorgeous Londoners back in 2011and they’ve languished until now. Take this willowy lass who showed up on my rounds in Shoreditch. Sadly I’ve little recall of her details but I remember she was very happy to be photographed for the purposes of this blog.
Her flat shoes tablecloth skirt and a pirate t shirt combo really should not look this good This one probably would get away with a hooked arm and eye patch.
I have been busy with other projects lately one of which is having my hair cut. Sad as it my seem this does require a lot of me and usually involves endless research, equivocation and procrastination. The perm is gone and I am happily sporting a short sleek style with no trace of those troublesome curls. I will post pix in the near future. Promise!
I have also been doing some exploring and would like to share some style, attitude and inspiration from my travels.
This St Patrick’s day was celebrated in style at The Forum in Kentish Town. Irish superstar and style icon Imelda May and fashionista Aisling Conboy enjoy the backstage vibes after The Damien Dempsey show.
Italians do it better. I can’t argue with you on that one Madonna. Elegant solo diner snapped on a Venetian back street. March 2012.
I finally made it down to Brighton a couple of weeks ago and managed to pick the wettest day for it. The prom was alive with day-trippers and locals and made for a lively spectacle none the less.
My street style collection is growing bigger, brighter,wilder and bolder. Most of my unusual suspects were snapped in London and Dublin. I have finally broadened my lens to include the male of the species and also managed to catch my very first celebrity! Can you spot him/her?
My first tentative subjects were photographed on Georges St in Dublin back in 2009. This was before I had any knowledge of heavy hitters The Sartorialist, Style Bubble, The Style Scout all of whom I now greatly admire. It was around the same time I had a fledgling impulse to start my blog.
Back then I set my subjects against a very serviceable shop grill backdrop and hastily fumbled with my beloved and sadly departed Canon ixus while trying not to delay too long the flow of pedestrians. Nowadays I take a more varied approach. It depends on so many factors but the main one is recording a look that inspires me. I’d like to thank all who were willing and also those who I caught unawares for wearing it so so well.