British stoicism holds a special place on my list of favourite things on Greenwich Mean Time – alongsideÂ Earl Grey Tea with soy milk and honey on the side, Little Simz, whip smart black humour and Dishoom.Â Of course, I need not add to the existing airwavesÂ thatÂ London has endured tragedy afterÂ heavily broadcastedÂ tragedy over the past month. Indeed, it sits on the spectrum of disastrous inhumanities occurring internationally today, and yet (as always), it hits closerÂ to home for many when coverage shows a familiar metropolis. And yet, all of my interactions with friends and colleagues and strangers alike this past week spent in London has reinforced that unshakable dry optimism – the show will go on; deal with what we can the best we can; that’s all there is to say.
I respect that. I hope to learn from it.
In writing this, the following segue feels a little strange and strangely appropriate all at once. With all factors considered, celebrating a British icon of such aÂ rich and formative time of modern pop culture in a 260-year-old building was a perfect contiguity in every possible way – and a pleasure to shootÂ for Calvin Klein as photographer in residence one steamy English Summer’s night. The guest list comprised a diverse (not just “diverse“) cocktail of creatives and models and fringe royals and Kate-and-Mario shippers, all subject to my Polaroid, film, and then frantic collaging in the basement. All in the name of obsession andÂ a clean, crisp representation of the colourful golden daysÂ of fashion photography that were.
I write from the airport, as usual. They’re calling for boarding, as usual.
SOURCE: Shine By Three – Read entire story here.