Alicia: Somerset House, London

When I stopped Alicia at the entrance to Somerset House, she seemed taken aback that I was asking for a photograph. Not in the 'Little old me? Really? OK!' kind of surprise - the genuine 'But I'm here to work' kind. Whist kids wearing livestock as coats and men in corsets passed me by, I was photographing a girl in simple navy and grey. For me, it's the men's cut, the ribbed knit, the lengthened lapel and those red lips that makes her style superior.