I knew I’d have a bigger story if I made it to London Fashion Week. I knew that accomplishing THIS feat in a short time would truly be an achivement- and a strong case for the existence of miracles. My first show wasn’t located in the main center- Somerset House- but in an abandoned train depot turned INSANE catwalk venue. As an avid fan of architecture (of which I equally enjoy photographing) I was in La-La Land. Concrete. Steel. Glass + open sky. Curves.
And this was my first London show? Absolute bliss.
There’s nothing like a union of two seemingly different interests to make something truly magical.