Francesca Burns in pleats and stripes

It's no secret that British Vogue Editor Francesca Burns has the most incredible style. And this past fashion month she strengthened her reputation for A+ mix-n-match know-how with one exquisite combo after another. In fact, my friend Candice Lake and I were breathless every time we spotted her-- prints galore and glitter to dream about. Gosh she looked soooo good, I was always tempted to touch her outfit or accessories. Here are some shots that I snapped of her in a Junya Watanabe striped and pleated dress, Miu Miu pumps and sunnies, and Christopher Kane clutch.

Visionary

Francesca Burns in a vintage look reminiscent of the Prada Spring 2011 collection.

"Love" and admiration

Some of the most amazing stylists on the face of the planet, I greatly admire the talent of team Love. I also admire the level of camaraderie that they share. Their giggles and laughter always make me smile (you know I'm a sucker for happy moments). Thus, snapping images of them has become quite a treat for me during fashion week. Here are a few of my favorite pics from recent fashion weeks.

Victoria and Katie arrive at D&G Men's Spring 2011. The first image of a fashion week is always exciting. About three months pass during each fashion week, so there is always a certain level of excitement when you first see favorite subjects after such an extended period.

Victoria and Katie have a "grand" time outside Armani- pun totally intended.



Cool custom jacket painted by a friend.

Paris Fall 2010 was my first season covering the Paris shows. This is my first image of part of the team walking through the infamous Tuileries.

A freshly platinum Francesca outside D&G's Women's Fall 2010. I shot this image moments after dodging an oncoming tram. The things you do for Love.

Total girl crush moment. She is fierce!



See you next season ladies! I'll miss you much!

Francesca Burns, Hair Chameleon

I didn't recognize Francesca when I spotted her outside the Prada show. Her deeper blond hair, pulled back in a ponytail, completely threw me off. She was really patient while I stared blankly at her, trying to place her face with a signature style. I feel like she held my hand the entire time, even though no actual hand holding took place.



By the next day, she had let a little bang hang free and the fog that had gathered in my head (the extra fog, it gets pretty foggy up there) finally dissipated.