Somerset House, London.
My brother Tat came along with me to Somerset House for two days during London Fashion Week. At some point he started itching that we get photos of each other; I automated my camera settings and handed it to him, and he shot several frames of me. Of the five or six that he took of me, this one was my personal favourite. My face is a little blurry, but it was much darker than the rendered photo will lead you to believe.
For the last frame he asked me to do a Michael Jackson dance move. (For those of you who don’t know, I . . . oh, never mind.) I didn’t have any intention of posting that frame here. Instagram or Twitter, perhaps?