Some of the best bits of Fashion Week came to light after the sun went down and Londoners and visitors alike thought no one was looking -- but they were. In that time London flipped to show its underbelly, which was by no means ugly.
Every Memorial Day, I take out a scrapbook my grandmother made over 40 years ago. Each page is filled with photographs of young men I've never met. Under every face is the exhortation: WHERE IS HE? My uncle's face is on page three.