My Friend the Style Blogger

I am rather excited about this edition of “Friends of Worshipblues” as it is all about my friend in blogging and occasional grammar teacher, the splendid Mr. Nyanzi.

If you have not chanced upon his blog yet, you really ought to rectify that now as it is a place of great style, photography, intelligence and humour. Step to it!

Mr. Nyanzi very kindly took the time to answer my page of questions and so it is with great pleasure that I bring you this candid interview accompanied with some photos that I have pilfered from his blog.

An Interview with the eagle eyed Mr. Nyanzi.

Tell us something about yourself, anything at all!

Ugandan-born and bred, been a Londoner in spirit, blood and soul since birth. London is my spiritual home. My heart lies here. There is no place like it anywhere in the world. She inspires me on a daily basis. My day job involves working part time in a design studio for a small menswear company based in South London and ‘other projects’ that shall remain anonymous.

How and why did you step into blogging?

I stepped into fashion blogging mainly because I saw it as a platform to interact with like-minded individuals from around the world.

Who are your inspirations? Not necessarily in fashion or blogging alone but in general?

My inspirations are those individuals that build something bigger than they ever imagined when they started it from zero to stratospheric proportions through blood, sweat and tears – for example Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Bernard Arnault (LVMH), Natalie Massenet (NET-A-PORTER).

How do you choose a person to photograph? What catches your eye?

Originality in style catches my eye. Here’s a few examples:

a). It could be a seventy-year old man that’s flipped the lapels on his jacket to keep warm and it reveals an interesting pattern on the back for example,

b). or it could be a sixteen-year old female student wearing an over-sized male plaid shirt probably from her boy friend or older brother or dad as a skirt and tied it round her waist twinned with doc martens,

c). or it could be a minimalist monotone outfit with different textures and clever layering that catches my eye,

d). or it could be just the way someone wears an ordinary pair of pants but their swagger – the way they walk catches my eye and I try to shoot them in motion just to capture that spirit of ‘coolness’.

e). or it could be the way someone holds their cigarette and posture while they’re at it.

Those are just a few of the examples that will make me approach someone for a picture. The fun is in not knowing what you’re going to find when I go out street hunting.

How would you describe street style in London?

London street style is sporadic and very exciting.

Do you have a photo that you are most proud of taking?

Yes I do have quite a few favorites but there’s this one picture I shot on Brick Lane a while ago that’s yet to make the blog – maybe it won’t because it such a masterpiece and everyone in my ‘inner circle’ that I show it to is left open-mouthed. Some times, I will take a shot and right there and then it stirs something up in my spirit. That’s when I know I’ve ‘nailed it!’

Are there any kinds of clothing that you personally absolutely avoid wearing?

Yes, anything that makes me feel uncomfortable however stylish it may be, I avoid like the plague.

What is your favourite time of the day?

My favorite time of day is on a Friday afternoon when the sun is out, everybody is excited about the up-coming weekend. That’s when I get very good shots.

What is the last book that you read?

The story of Job in the Bible.


If you could tell the entire world one thing, what would you say?

“I’d rather die enormous than live dormant.” Let me expand on this:

Dying enormous means having lived your life – however brief – full of happy spontaneous memories with loved ones around you – private jets down to Turks and Caicos with friends, Champagne by the case-load, one life to live, cannot let a day go by without being happy from head to toe till the day I die even if it means having no discernible source of income as long as you have the freedom to steer your destiny in your own hands.

Living dormant means a life of banal anonymity that gives me the creeps just by the thought of it. It’s like going through a forest and finding no firewood. Most people live this kind of life of predictable, boring and down right depressing life of waking up at six am to go to work for a faceless organisation that does not recognize your talents and then back home at six pm on an overcrowded, overpriced, delayed train with millions of other faceless individuals all thinking about how the hell they’re going to pay their mortgage, send their kids off to school, pay the overdraft on those cards, pay the car loan and also take care of their nagging over-demanding wife that’s having it on with the postman but you cannot divorce them because it means a costly divorce and nights sitting in a cold, desolate, overpriced flat in south London eating microwave pizza.

I would like to say a huge thank you to The Nyanzi Report for taking the time to partake in this feature and allowing me to tea leaf some images. Please do visit the blog here: The Nyanzi Report
I look forward to spending some time loitering in London with you soon!

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