Hot chocolate, burgers and fruit juice. Hampstead Heath cafe on the heath towards the end of a lovely productive and connective day. I was on styling, Christian capturing the light. It was a classic example of our journey as brothers.
There's always been this thing between us in the way we build relationships with the model. It’s always felt natural to build a sense that these moments being captured are special to us all for more than that day and a time capsule we might all reminisce as one. It seems I'm a sucka for utopias.
My beautiful cousin Joshua and the enigmatic Temesgen, two perfect examples of their eternal ancestral lineage, blessed up da dance. The station we met reminded of the last and only other time I recall it, with a momentary collection of pieces from the Badpanda collection loaned to Will I Am from an up north friend who now styles the highlife down south. Today was to be a day of unification and honour. I could feel it and I was very happy inside.
This mix was a blessful array of beings, mighty and pure.
It's like, you see elements of these moments, captured on film then processed to reveal the chemical equations of time and light; these are but a fraction of the moment, lacking the careful leap over the fence into the reads or the adventurous leap above the veranda to observe the flowers and architecture from a new vantage never witnessed before. That, I am sure of. Only on the way down was the moment replicated for the swinging moments of scarlette Mi Nah Deal Wi Dem Ting Deh.
On reflection this was more of a dance than a collection of statues. The Heath provided explorative opportunities, gloresom operandi and the rare balance of seasonal summer heat leaving us its tail whilst its torso sat in autumn aka apple picking up near Castle Hill or around the outskirts of town.