Rather Moody Portraits

It's freezing outside, the UK's lost its triple A rating, and we need a Pope fast. I decided to avoid unbridled joy for at least one week and focused on the more reflective side. A wonderful turnout of London's moodiest kept me busy shooting for a solid five hours. For some reason the babies who turned up ignored the theme and laughed their little heads off. Where is the respect, I ask you?