Fashion. I may not be the most fashionable man in the world. Possibly even starting from my choice in photographic equipment, or my obsession with orange. But I do love it. I fell in love with fashion several years ago, when I was studying design, and realizd that the fashion industry was blessed with deadlines and expiry, which gave it a frivolity which makes it sit half way between fine art and industrial design: a painter spends a lifetime trying to paint the perfect painting, but can allow each stage of this to be sold, or taken, as it is imperfect. A designer will spend years ruminating, say, the perfect clock, and will present it as god, when, ultimately, it is just another clock. In fashion one may have two months to design and prototype a collection, maybe based on a thought, word, or painting, then ready it, and let it go. And this twice a year, at least. They are blessed. And this is why I like to work with fashion whenever I can, as it can be played with in a most creative, abstract and playful manner, and yet has deadlines, props, and maybe a one word guideline as to what it is to look like.