On the District line heading West, a beauty in layered Chinese silks.
Glitter and Doom. Leaving for a 20's party.
A starlet in the making.
By the Thames, a real dazzler.
Profiles and polka dots. The young man on the left wore smudgy kohl eyes, black polished fingernails and a ring on every finger, except his thumbs. A new, New Romantic.
Sometimes, the best accessories are simply cocktails.
Fingernails of polished black, an Astrakhan coat, fur collar, diva lipstick and the tiniest sparkle of a nose stud. Into the night.
We are men. This pair spotted in Soho, definitely had it going on.
I had to chase this girl through Soho and almost lost her. When I took the photograph, she looked a little amused. Had she seen something behind me? She ran away before I could take her name.
The stranger you'd hope for at the front door.
And have you ever seen a turban tied so?
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Snapped on a quiet Saturday morning as we installed the new window for autumn, Maudit Vent! Enigmatic, perfect. London does this look best of all.
A cardigan and a dirndl. 'Elegance is refusal.' Coco Chanel
This wonderful gentleman was spotted at Mile End tube station, so even though he was strictly not On Columbia Road, the combination of a bowler hat, pearl choker and velvet gown embroidered with lions is surely worthy of note.
Larissa told me her head scarf held a practical purpose, as well as an aesthetic one: her hair was full of glitter from last night's party. Did that account for the twinkle in her eyes, too?