London Fashion Week SS19

Last Saturday I found myself back at London Fashion Fashion Week. It was always one of my favourite jobs of the year when I was staff at The Press Association. When I was asked to cover a shift, I jumped at the chance to be there shooting again.

To some photographers, London Fashion Week is hell. It’s extremely hectic, lots of jostling for positions and dashing across London from show to show. I however have always loved it - the bright lights, loud music, intricate or occasionally plain crazy designs - I just love it!

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

There’s no doubt London Fashion Week has changed a lot. It’s no longer at Somerset House which is a real shame, there is no longer sponsorship by Canon (and the chance to get your cameras cleaned) and there are no longer free bottles of Peroni in the fridge in the editing room (yes, this used to be the case!)

When not shooting the catwalk shows that day, I was mingling and photographing some of unusual and bizarre outfits on display outside the venue. I met some lovely people who simply enjoy dressing up and expressing themselves through fashion.

All in all it was a brilliant day.

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Alan Carr, Julien Macdonald and Kelly Hoppen

Alan Carr, Julien Macdonald and Kelly Hoppen

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Julien Macdonald SS19

Molly Goddard SS19

Molly Goddard SS19

Sadie Williams SS19

Sadie Williams SS19

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Cherry Blossom in Wimbledon

I really started to notice the Spring Blossom in London 4 years ago. 

It was just after my eldest was born.

She's a March baby. I was taking those first tentative steps out of the house, bruised after a C-section, giddy on little sleep and powered by coffee when I noticed our street lined with pretty white blossom.

I don't know why I never really noticed it before - I guess I was always rushing to and from work.

After a few weeks it was falling like confetti and it felt like summer was on the way. 

Instagram is awash with cherry blossom pictures at this time of year.

Like many, I had plans to take my camera out and capture it in all its glory.  I'd heard and seen wonderful pictures from Greenwich, Battersea and Regent's Parks from over the years.

In the end I popped on the bus and headed to Wimbledon Village on a bright Spring day.  There at the top of the hill I was greeted by a spectacular blossom tree, its branches stretched out, proudly boasting its sea of pink blooms.

Just as I started to photograph, I noticed riders from the local village stables setting out onto the common, padding through the muddy puddles left after a damp Easter break.

I was so taken with the tree I went back a week later, planning to take some more pictures (you can tell I like blossom)! but as I once again stepped off the bus, the tree stood before me was bare, the blossom dry and the pink flowers gone.

That's the thing with blossom season -you blink and its gone but it’s always special while it lasts.

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