Portraits by Sian
A few months ago, I had a lightbulb moment of how to shoot some ~fashion~ content that felt authentic to Daisybutter in its current, albeit constantly evolving, iteration. The moment Taylor Swift’s Lover album was released, it felt so unabashedly dreamy, positive, hopeful and ‘me’ that I grabbed hold of all the lyrics as though my life depended on it. And, in many ways my life over the last 12 years – since I first discovered her music – truly has depended on these songs. It might sound mad, controversial or downright odd, but I’ve never made it a secret that I truly adore Swift and almost everything she creates.
When I heard the irrefutably catchy London Boy, a smile crept across my face. Firstly, yes, it was pretty absurd to imagine all of those random, far-flung London destinations. Secondly, how did Taylor visit all of these places seemingly undercover?! Thirdly, Harvey and I hold fond memories at almost all of the locations.
London and I have had a tumultuous relationship over the years. I grew in a town in North Hertfordshire and it was the ‘cool’ thing to spend Saturdays in town and then Sundays whizzing down to London on the train and hanging out in Camden, because that sounded like the edgiest place to go when you’re 16. I was, of course, never allowed.
Although I interned several times in London and visited countless times for blog meetings between 2008-12, I suppose my London love affair really began in 2012 with my first job. I felt so swish and important, commuting into the city alongside Real Adults, that the sometimes three-hour round trip felt worth it. Two years or so in, I began to feel downtrodden, tired, fed up. It turned out that commuting would and did suck all of the joy out of the big smoke and my first grown-up job. So, I left. I found a job that was within driving distance from home and gave up the life I’d so desperately dreamed of.
They say when a (wo)man is tired of London, they’re tired of life. I couldn’t disagree more.
However, London is also the city where I scooped that covetable first post-graduate job; where my girls and I have danced all night and slept all morning at train stations; it’s where I regularly hang out with my best blogging pals; it’s where I fell in love.
From walking Camden Market in the afternoon (for delicious vegan Chinese takeout at Dou Dou, sadly now closed) to stories from Uni, and (working in) the West End; countless afternoons in pubs (not watching rugby, more likely recuperating with a pint after a long walk in Victoria Park) and many a rainy cab ride because your girl never remembers an umbrella.
From nights in Brixton (who hasn’t experienced the inaugural Brixton O2 gig?! I saw B.A.P there and they were incredible!), to Shoreditch in the afternoon (the spot where Harvey asked me to be his); Harvey showed me Hackey — his home for a time — and I showed him Louis V up on Bond Street.
London is forever my love story, and it felt apt to embark on a wild adventure shooting my beloved Stella McCartney × Taylor Swift (on the Heath and beyond) pieces.
Here’s to another decade of the Artist of the Decade.
And a HUGE thank you to the incredible talented (and patient) Sian, who shot this entire series for me!