No. 8, New York.
A couple of years ago, I reviewed a film at the Tribeca Film Festival called Lotus Eaters as part of my main gig at Starpulse Shot entirely in black and white, the film was about young, stylish 20-something Londoners finding their way through the blur of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll. I know, my kind of flick. More critically (and this is important), the film re-ignited my sartorial sense, something that had been dormant for over ten years. And while the film didn’t directly lead me to pick up a camera, it did influence the way I would eventually shoot parties (see: this, this, or even this).
About a week ago I got an email from one of the producers of the film. He wanted to let me know that the film was finally going into release, and asked if I would be willing to moderate a Q&A session at this Friday’s screening. Needless to say, I was speechless and beyond honoured. Last night, I brought my camera out to the release party in hopes to capture the core essence of what has become a great passion of mine: the intersection of sartorialism and social narrative.