Party in the park

I don't have a single photo to show for it but it felt great to be making a few memories of this summer rather than making money.

Pip lost his virginity.

Her name is Rosie.

You.

I have so many words for you at precisely the wrong moment.

The little part of the person which holds two together

Stretched like jelly, trying to be so many people at once, she is finally growing in to just one. Although she didn’t mould in to the exact person I loved most, she is still part of that person. Or, she is made with pieces from one of those people she tried to be. That little part of her will always be the person I love most.

The Fly.

Carrying Light

She illuminates each room, then takes the light purposefully with her to the next, leaving everything before her and after in darkness. Yet although she is always in the light, she is unable to look back at where she came from, nor look forward to anything ahead of her. Therefore, she will never get out of what she is in.

Riverside tunnel, Bath.

Hahaha

A Cross Dressed Housewarming Party.

After finding out I needed to hand in a (very) late essay I had no other choice but to drive up to Bath for the night to submit it in paper format. I took Flo along and thought we'd make the most of it and planned to go out for dinner. On the way up I remembered that Keiran and Joe were having a house warming party for our new home, I said a few weeks previously that there would be no chance I could make. I thought that it could have been the night before but when I arrived at our house it was full of balloons and unopened beer bottles. Joe was really happy to see us, Keiran didn't get home until ten, so we hid in his bed.
Flo and I went for thai at the Thai on the Weir. It was nice, but unbearably spicy. Back at the house the cross dressers were arriving. We helped some of the boys with their make- up. They all looked very impressive.

Vintage Yorkie Advert

Experiment

Wild, white flowers and food dye. Red worked best, then green.

Fashion Japan

I stumbled upon this website last night and thought it was really cool, sort of like the Japanese version of the Brick Lane Daily Girl that we have in London. Looking at the photographs makes me want to travel to Japan to see the fashion and lifestyle for myself. The girls are particularly eccentric, and there are still some strong historical links back to the styling of the Geisha.

Oh Comely.

I am so happy that I found you.



This magazine shall now become my Creative Writing Survival Guide. Photography, illustration, fashion, the odd recipe, and quirky and unique journalism. I am in love. £4 per monthly issue, £18 for a years subscription. Oh, Joshua....

I saw this and thought of...

Me. About 16 years ago.

I just stumbled upon...

It made me giggle.

Perhaps a little... swordplay.

a photographic conversation

...between famous shoe designer, Manolo Blahnik, and fashion photographer, Eric Boman. Friends since 1970.


I love this book. I begged Mum for it for Christmas about 5 or more years ago. I love knowing that it's there on the shelf, nestled among my other treasure books.

Girls Night.

It has been long awaited, a night with just the girls. Flo, Hollie and I met up with our beautiful and hilarious fringe snipper Kelly with Brydie and Amy for some drinks and mischief in St Ives. We all fancied a change of scenery.

Addicted.