As much as I love going to shows away from the cobbles (which make it impossible for me to walk across gracefully), I always know that Somerset House will be a hub of activity and I'm bound to spot someone I know. Even if I don't, then there's an exhibition to be visited (I have a feeling some of you will like Auria London), a MAC makeover to be booked and a high percentage of items to covet. The rain meant that I didn't stay outside as much as I would have liked, but thankfully it held off when I had to queue for the few shows I had at the BFC tent. The layout of everything was completely different this season and the show space is now in more of a U-shape, allowing for a little more photo variety depending on where you're lucky enough to end up.
The ticket for the Ashish show was the most interesting one I've had in a long time and I almost thought the envelope might have been playing a cruel trick before I realised it contained a wristband. Even though my spot standing at the back (behind a guy with a rather large hat) wasn't ideal, I could finally put my new-ish camera lens to the test and was pleasantly surprised at the results. The Ashish girl always takes on a different persona each season and this time the humble corner shop was given the sequinned treatment. It's always fun to recognise the little quirks of modern life and the sparkly striped carrier bags stood out for me right away, reminding me of the non-sturdy kind you get when buying a packet of sweets. Familiar logos were twisted and altered (think Disco instead of Tesco) and the Arabic calligraphy of unfamilar items became a print on coordinates, adding an interesting take on all of the obvious branding that is now popular.