Monday, 9 February 2009


Welcome to a bad day.
I have so much bloody work to do and not enough hours in the days to work out where to begin. fucking revelations. fucking lewisham. fucking fashion foundation. fucking SOI. fucking driving license. fucking FUCK.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

This is similar to the theme of the next planned photoshoot which i think is on tuesday. shit that's tomorrow.
See you later then.

Thursday, 5 February 2009

good old times

i'm trying to do 100 illustrations in a few days. was gonna be a day but i started yesterday, I'm on 64 and i can't be bothered to make it to 100 tonight because i'm off to the pub with the lads.

first time out in like 3/4 days because of this cold.

so i took a few photos on photobooth to use as like templates...

anyway, this one cracked me up because a-i look about 5 and MENTAL and b- it reminds me of this jokes photo of me when i'm about 4 and I needed a new passport photo but i couldn't sit still, and my mum's trying to neaten up my bowl cut, and I just look amazingly happy.

i took the illustration off because it was shit and annoyed me alot.

Ha ha hahaha.

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Can you not take any fucking pictures please

We saw a car crash.
It was real bad.
The alpha romaos driver was really angry.
I'm not putting these up to laugh at the drivers misfortune, I just think they're quite good photos.

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

nothing but your t shirt on

i want this camera real bad.

nous ne sommes pas tres fort uh?

how comes everything comes to a stand still when it snows.
i quite like it though.
the field behind my house is beautiful.

i'm actually quite ill at the moment, well annoying that i can't play in the snow.
but i have ventured out to take photos. everywhere around was virtually untouched until i arrived with my boots and massive camera. i tore the streets up yeahh.

my cat followed me round the garden while i took photos. it was well sweet, she sunk further every step she took, which shocked her more and more the further she went into the garden. so funny.

i crouched like a crow, contrast in the snow.

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Vous allez me detester. Pourquoi? Vous le saurez demain

Hussein Chalayan; what a geeeeenius. I almost cried at his exhibition I thought it was that good. Then again I also cried at Viktor and Rolf and Tim Walker so maybe I'm a bit emotionally fucked up at galleries...

I felt like a bit of a perv with my huge lens. I practically had it on continuous shots because I wanted to get so many pictures. The atmosphere was really creepy... the sound of the wind machines and the track from the futuristic projector installation gave the whole exhibition quite an eery feel. But nonetheless I was quite blown away by his work, and the execution of it too; the mannequins standing around painting walls or stuck behind a panel of glass made you feel like you weren't alone. Creeped us right out.

Plus, during the video installation of the S/S 07 show, when the morphing garments came on the runway, all you could hear was me Hollie and Kitty going '...No fucking way...' the whole way through. Check the video out, it's well good.