The Bones Of Odin

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The darkness exploded.

“This is it.” Matt Drake placed his eye over the view-finder and tried to ignore the spectacle, and capture the image, as an outlandishly clad model prowled along the cat-walk towards him.

Not easy. But he was a professional, or at least trying to be. No one ever said the transition from SAS soldier to civilian would be easy and he’d struggled through the last seven years, but photography seemed to be striking the right chord in him.

Especially tonight. The first model gave a wave and a haughty little smile, and then sashayed away amidst a din of music and cheering. Drake kept the camera clicking as Ben, his twenty-year-old lodger, began to shout in his ear.

“Programme says that was Milla Jankovich. I think I’ve heard of her! I quote ‘a chic Frey designer model’. Wow, is that Bridget Hall? Hard to say, under all that Viking gear.”

Drake ignored the commentary and stayed on his game, partly because he wasn’t sure if his young friend was yanking his chain, so to speak. He captured the vivacious cat-walk images and the disparate play of light across the crowd. The models were decked out in Viking ensemble, carrying swords and shields, helmets and horns — retro costumes conceived by the internationally renowned designer, Abel Frey, who had weaved new season vogue with Nordic battledress to commemorate the evening.

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