Documenting the style-scape of Lagos, Nigeria




This might be the last beach shot...or it might not ;)



Beachie - also known as beach-selfie.

I loved this moment. Her dress. Her stance. Everything.




Yesterday evening, I traipsed along with some pals to Elegushi Beach. Just to walk and chat.

Not my first time there, but the crowd we encountered was certainly a first for me. I mean it was a Sunday; surely people should be in a sort of relaxed mode...Zen even...programming their minds for the inevitable bustle of Monday. 



I'm lucky enough to have people around me who do, eat, walk, talk and breathe in style.

So when it's one of those phases when I'm not on the streets as much as I'd like to be, their presence ensures there's an update on the blog.

My guess is...once you start off being stylish, you never forget it. It's like riding a bike.

Enjoy :)



I got an email asking what's with the dearth of posts on this blog.

Work got ludicrously busy these last few weeks. This lawyer/photographer/blogger/wife/mother has been carrying around a severely under utilized camera, albeit with the best of intentions.
I promise I'm not a lazy blogger but sometimes life happens.

Enjoy the street style of this sassy Lagosian (photos taken with an iPhone because this was the one day the camera was not in tow).

Cheers to the weekend! 



I appreciate that people look for different things when browsing street style pictures.

Some want to see designer labels.

Some want to see vintage.

Some like the shock factor and therefore want to see the quirky and unusual.

Some prefer the bohemian vibe.

I just want to capture the essence of the individual's style and a great energy if I'm lucky. And when I get a combination of both, I'm a happy camper.

Like I was when I took her pictures.

Enjoy :)



Such a lady, such a beauty; but please do not mistake her for being only this.

I have an unrepentant aversion to calculus or anything to do with academic science. Give me a computation more complex than 2+2, and you'll be sure to have me reaching for a calculator.

However I can read and analyze a 200-page legal document in the time it takes to let's say...boil an egg?

Which brings to mind that age-old trick question...
"if it takes 10 minutes to boil an egg, how long does it take to boil 25 eggs?" {I didn't care then, and I don't care now. Nobody boils 25 eggs.}

I've got Maths Anxiety. Clearly.

I'm therefore in awe of anyone I meet who excels in the Great Sciences.

In these photos, she's on her way to work. She's a Structural Engineer in the big bad world of oil and gas, and she's good at it and she loves it.

Enjoy :)


I had a fleeting thought that this photo wouldn't make me dig up my reserve of quotes...but that's not going to happen.

I mean, look at her fresh perspective on posing. Like a definite step in a choreographed dance. I tried to copy it, just because it looks rather artsy...I ended up looking like an underpaid traffic warden.

Ah well...quotes...the Nietzsche it had to be. 

"And those who were seen dancing
Were thought to be insane
By those
Who could not hear the music"

-- Friedrich Nietzsche


Most times, the commentary to accompany the photos comes to me as a free flow.

And then there are other times when it's a major head-scratcher.

And then there's today...



I would love nothing more than to be able to share heartwarming stories of people whose photographs I take.

Sort of like the Humans Of New York. What Brandon does on that site is just...beautiful. The short narratives of perseverance, self-acceptance, obsession, achievement, sensitivity, regret, elation etc. have brought about fiery emotions from his readers. I smile, gasp, get very bothered indeed and sometimes laugh out loud when I browse through the stories he collects. His work affects. 

Little wonder he's being exponentially imitated worldwide. I thought about joining the movement. I thought about it for a while...but aside from the fact that there's now a Humans of Lagos site (which is great and you should please go have a look-see), I also am not entirely convinced I would be able to extract people's stories the way Brandon does. I mean, how do you get a complete stranger to tell you their deepest and darkest stories? Or share their happiest and most private moments? Sincerely, I haven't got even half of a clue.
SO...I'll do what I know I can and take pictures of people whose style inspires me to lift my camera and shoot.

Like this bundle of elegance. 
Cheers :) 

STREET, Actually.

On Buzzfeed's Facebook page, I saw this comment from a young lady called Ms. Jaja...that the photos on this blog are of only celebrities and not actual street style. 

{Insert confused smiley}

Anyway, it made me remember this photo from a few Sundays ago. The man was on the streets of Magodo G.R.A., I'll hazard a guess he was just out of church. 

So I whipped out my little Canon.

Because a dark-skinned brother in a bright orange suit is a gift.

And because I take pictures of regular people on the street. Actually.

Cheers to the weekend!



Not to sound like a pre-civilization hunter-gatherer, but often times this thing I do gives me the thrill a hunter must feel when looking for prey.

Sometimes I do have to beckon on my subjects so I can get a good angle, but typically, when I lurk with my camera, searching out style, it's the candid moments that cause me the most excitement.


Another One...

From the Lagos Fashion & Design Week Archives.

My photos of her didn't turn out quite as clear as I'd have liked but the hope is that you're able to appreciate her undeniable presence.

You couldn't but take another look, or another picture, as in my case.

Cheers :)


This photo captures the expression I just might adopt if I ever met a certain commenter on Buzzfeed's Facebook page...let's just call him Mr. Sullivan. The man who isn't very impressed with the Lagos Street Style pictures showcased by Buzzfeed. 

I'm okay for people to constructively critique the blog, in fact I welcome it. For self improvement. However Mr. Sullivan simply scoffs, saying the pictures are just of "the wealthy people in Nigeria". Their sense of style, which was approved of, by every single other commenter (and thank you all very much on behalf of all those featured), was put down by Mr Sullivan as being essentially only down to riches.

Now who's going to help us tell Mr. Sullivan a few things? A few things like...