Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Crazy Love, volume II

I have packed my suitcase today, as tomorrow I go back to Manchester for a week and a half, before flying over to LA with the lovely Sarah Boardman. Me and Boardman are going on a little roadtrip around California before heading down to Palm Springs to meet up with friends and go to Coachella festival. Exciting times! I am taking a sketchbook and me and Sarah will have multiple cameras between us, so when I get back this blog will be bombarded with images from our journey. Hopefully that is a good thing.

I am fully sick of London, the south, British weather, university and certain people. I can't wait to go home, get some R&R before flying 1000+ miles away with a good friend. A change of landscape and climate are exactly what are needed to cheer my blues.


Another scroll with the stella drinking otter from Kirkstall abbey, looking especially sober and cheerful this time.

I cannot stop listening to Paul Simon. He is amazing.

Thursday, 4 March 2010

99th Floor.

Backstage at Mary Katrantzou, London Fashion Week A/W 2010.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Laissez Faire.

And we hunted, like young lions, death with its black fur dappled with pale crosses, who ran before us in the vast violet sky, palpable and living.
And yet we had no ideal Mistress stretching her form up to the clouds, nor yet a cruel Queen to whom to offer our corpses twisted into the shape of Byzantine rings! No reason to die unless it is the desire to be rid of the too great weight of our courage!
We drove on, crushing beneath our burning wheels, like shirt-collars under the iron, the watch dogs on the steps of the houses.
Death, tamed, went in front of me at each corner offering me his hand nicely, and sometimes lay on the ground with a noise of creaking jaws giving me velvet glances from the bottom of puddles.
"Let us leave good sense behind like a hideous husk and let us hurl ourselves, like fruit spiced with pride, into the immense mouth and breast of the world! Let us feed the unknown, not from despair, but simply to enrich the unfathomable reservoirs of the Absurd!"
F. T Marinetti, 1909