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| Dover Street Market, Mayfair, 2008, MW, Buy this Photo. London Photographer Blog, Photograph of the Day, London photo exhibition of the month, Submit your photography to Ravish London, Buy this photograph on a t-shirt! |
| Dover Street Market, Mayfair @www.ravishlondon.com Dover Street market is actually a six floor clothes store, an incredibly trendy and welcoming market full of designer clothes, which have a certain innocence and ‘joie de vivre’ about them. Each floor has its own unique interior, including wooden huts and portakabin changing rooms; never over the top, but usually simple, sweet and surprising. The creator of Dover Street market was quoted as saying, ‘I want to create a kind of market where various creators from various fields gather together and encounter each other in an ongoing atmosphere of beautiful chaos: the mixing up and coming together of different kindred souls who all share a strong personal vision.’ (Anne-Fay, 2006). The staff get a right bad review on the internet for being snotty nosed pretentious self-loving narcissists. One reviewer compared the staff to ‘a load of extras from a Star Wars casting couch’ which I found particularly amusing. Apparently the creator of Dover Street market also said, “I enjoy seeing all the customers coming to DSM dressed in their strong, good looking and individual way.” Yeh right, actually, I came in dressed in my one-off blue waterproof Berghaus, with fashionable black wooly hat from Barcelona army stores (2 euros) and some jeans that my mate gave me ten years ago (one of only two pairs that I have had since 2000) and some bespoke Karrimoor brown trainer/walking shoes that I got reduced in a sports shop in Swindon (one of the shoelaces snapped but tied back together). Unique. No-one could stop looking at me, worrying I might be stuffing one of their one hundred pound t-shirts into my pockets. Actually, I was on one of the floors, and there was these two people, one woman with a marvellous arse, and another guy, tall Asian, slightly effeminate but also very stylish, and athletic, and they were just hanging around watching people, I made inroads for a row of t-shirts, just wanted to see how much they cost, and the Asian guy kind of decided to go for a little walk, the path of which went right behind where I was, and as I leant over, and he walked past me and glanced at what i was doing, I bent over to look at the price of the t-shirt, which was somewhere in the region of 100+, a bit of water fell out of my nose and landed centimetres from the pristine beauty of this relatively simplistic (in my humble subjective and non-sueable view - I hope) green t-shirt. Just imagine if it had hit, and the milliseconds watching the wetness of my nose water spread through the fabric of the t-shirt, like a nuclear bomb spreads outwards raping everything in its site, would have seemed like hours. I would have heard 'One hundred and ten pounds please' most likely in an affected posh London and yet ultimatley Asian accent, and I would have been ringing up the Guiness Book of Records asking them if that was the most expensive piece of nosewater ever in the world. |
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