The photographer pit was a interesting to say the least. The space was marked off into tiny squares that somehow photographers had to fit themselves into. Some kicked others out of their mark-up minutes before a show started, some nestled neatly in between a sea of tripods and camera cases, some fell off step ladders at the back and some simply were not lucky enough to get a spot at all. Jammy me managed to perch myself politely in the front row 2 people off centre.
LFW was not short of celebrities. One of my jobs was to pap them and being as I don't generally know who is in this weeks Celebirity magazine it was a case of following the flashes and getting sandwiched between bolshy photographers needing their money shot.
Luckily papping celebs as a girl photographer had its plus points. I found quite a few A listers tended to look my way as opposed to looking towards the sweaty alpha photographer repeatedly saying their name to get them to look at the lens.
I was stood on the Catwalk watching who was coming in when I looked to the side of me and realised Muhammaed Al Fayed was at my side. The paparazzi had not spotted him and stealing a chance I politely asked for a photo. As soon as my flash went off the photography vultures charged towards him. Already having got my photo I moved to my minuscule mark-up and got ready for the next show.
Needless to say sitting back at my desk Monday morning, getting on with my day job was a severe flatline moment.
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