I'm on the tube after a long day that hasn't ended. I'm looking around with fatigue induced inspiration. And I'm fascinated.
The country girl all orange, tweed and curly haired.
Her daughter with her grimy Converse Chucks yet happy fluorescent legs.
The Goth boy with his dark blazer and sarong. All long haired darkness and soul searching.
The seventy something lady of beautiful grey bob. She wore fashion-forward palazzo pants.
The creepy man with great tartan socks.
The Chinese girl with the skirt to inspire Alexander Wang.
Vintage fedora hats, giant cocktail rings, appliqué bags and rugged leather coats
They all possessed something quirky and beautiful.
Even if I'm talking about the superficial.