Near Oxford Street, London | 10.19
During my time in London, I was continually fascinated by the uniforms of the help and service people; the garments are infinitely more sartorial than what can be found in the States. Later on this particular day, I was walking with my brothers when I spotted another man dressed similarly, taking his smoke break down the block from the pub in which he worked. My brother admitted that he didn’t see the big deal given that it was everyday normal to him. I responded with something along the lines of, Forget that he’s in service for a moment, and consider what he’s wearing, where he is as he talks on his mobile in this very minute. The light was hitting him perfectly, as it perfectly hit these three.