They only come out at night

I've recently taken on the role of social recluse as impending deadlines are nearing, so my street style intake is pretty limited. Luckily, this land of computers means I don't have to step out of my 4 walled confinement.
One area I've been gagging to explore is the Liberty/Show Studio initiative where passers by took photos of themselves with our favourite and mysterious Gareth Pugh judging the best street style.
Flicking through the days and time slots a certain trend arises. Morning-16:30 shows happy smiling children, families, shoppers etc pulling funny faces, couples kissing etc. Once 17:00 hits and those stuck at work venture onto the streets the frame changes and more colour and personal style takes over.
The most interesting time of day at any day has to be when the sun has gone to sleep and creativity breaks loose.
Sticking to the topic of style I've picked out my fave photos that typically start from the 5pm slot.
Once night hits it is a bit harder to see but squint your eyes, move your face onto the screen if needed and see what initiative lives in our streets of London.
Two girls put in the effort to bare all clothes for g-d sake!

This is how rock n rollers do

Behind the lens snaps Bryan Adams whilst Rolling Stone's Ronnie Wood exhibits his artwork. Sounding like a 1970's, drug-induced fantasy? Bring this image 30 odd years forward and change the setting to Liberty's luxury department store. Ronnie Stewart has gone from rock and roll guitarist to fashionista! From guitar legend to artist to clothing designer Stewart (with the help of Liberty) has created a limited edition range of clothing for Liberty from three of his paintings inspired by the day when he decided to turn his life around. Keeping it insanely exclusive slash collectors item, the range only consists of 80 holdalls, 150 scarves, 150 dresses amongst others.

Psychedelic is the only word I can think of right now... geek?

Hurrah For Retail Therapy

So today was one of those days that just kept on kicking my ass! I got an invite to the a sample sale I will keep anonymous because of the bitch-fest I am about to unleash that started at noon. The invite said up to 90% off. Jackpot I thought. So in my prompt fashion I arrived a 12:05, and apparently half an hour too late.
As I got to the entrance I started to follow the maze of a queue round and round the block. I arrive at the back and figure half an hour queueing tops! Wrong wrong wrong.
This queueing palaver became one of those moments where you've been standing for a while and start thinking I can't back away now it can't take too much longer. Oh how many times I said that to myself. Finally after a while (I don't want to say how long) I arrive to the front of the queue. YES I enter, walk up a flight of stairs and oh hello yet another queue. Now by this point the hunger pangs kick in as does thirst and my desire to scream or maybe push some people down the stairs to get through - violence is never the answer. I put this all aside and stand there like the polite and patient lady I attempt to be.
After a little (or forever) longer I get inside. Mmmm not what I'd expected. The only items involved in this sale are these store's specific items, not those from the entire department store. This meant grandma-ish prints, lots of men's shirts and a few bags. Hours of queueing, minutes of browsing.
As you can imagine, I was pissed off! Retail therapy was needed. Liberty was my stop.
After a little stroll on the ground floor of Liberty department store and I purchased this very sweet Marc by Marc Jacobs ring

What's brilliant about this ring is that it can fit practically any finger size as it has an adjustable ring inside --> Perfect fit!
Obviously feeling better after this lovely purchase but was still quite pissed off about my sample sale misfortune.
Note for future sample sale endeavors:
1) Do some research - wouldn't have gone if I'd known it was limited brands
2) Take a sandwich and some reserve snacks
3) Take more than one little bottle of water, possibly coffee in a thermos?
4) Take a friend for some entertainment - people get bored of phone chats.]
Oh when I finally got to the tube to go home, a massive queue for the platform formed in Tottenham Court road station. Once again had an image of pushing everyone out of my way similar to the jungle style scenes in Mean Girls. I think I have queue trauma now.