Cork Fashion Week. Remember that was a thing that happened? That I went to? And worked at?

 The absolutely failure of my trip to Cork last year for Fashion Week has since established itself as the point at which I became very, very ill, falling into the worst depressive phase of my bipolar disorder to date - but I know you're all sick of hearing about that at this stage (I am). 

Anyway, almost exactly a year later (because I love doing shit like that) I finally processed the roll, largely disappointed with the photos, but not really caring because I know I wasn't myself at the time. 

Mostly the back of model's heads really isn't it... Oops.