Tanya and Photographer Chris James.
Chris James really is a prolific photographer, he documents London's club life for his infamous site, We Know What You Did Last Night. We usually cross paths at some point during Fashion Week and after catching up at the Jean- Pierre Braganza after-party, he kindly invited me along to his own LFW party. The party venue was a completely enclosed Soho Churchyard, jam packed with 'fashion workers' and spookily lit mature trees.
It's my friend Mark Dorrian! Over a vodka and cranberry, we start trading our respective fashion week gossip so far. (He'd had a surprise tap on the shoulder at the Pam Hogg show and was hastily ushered into a font row seat!)
Fashion designer Alexandra Groover, who presented this film of her s/s 2011 collection at the event.
"Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before".
When, straight out of the darkness stepped a most familiar face.
Mark made this T-shirt himself. He told me that when his trouser button pinged off earlier in the evening, a well meaning friend made him the offer of a safety pin...
Angela Brandys, BA Womenswear student at London College of Fashion.
Left to right, Mark Dorrian, Carys Hughes, George Scott, Angela Brandys and Samuel Collins.
Phil Dirtbox of Gerry's Bar in Soho, he's also a familiar face at The French House and truth be told, I've been hoping to get a snap of him for a wee while now.
Chris invited guests to have their picture taken in the crypt, it was actually really dark so I wanted to try piggybacking on his powerful flash. It took 12 attempts but I managed it on this one of George and Samuel.
Here's the same shot from Chris' perspective...
|Photo by Christopher James weknowwhatyoudidlastnight.com|
Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever seen Chris in daylight, perhaps he does all his picture editing through the day or is simply of a vampiric persuasion. Either way, I have to apologise to him and everyone I met that night for ordering Brandade from the Arbutus pre-theatre menu shortly before arriving, I swear there's a look on everyone's faces in these pictures that gives away what must have been heinous garlic breath. Now you know what I ate that night, sorry.