It was the first really warm day – well comparatively – and I thought let’s take advantage of that.
Don’t ask me for beauty advice.
“One: Don’t pick up the phone
You know he’s only callin’ ’cause he’s drunk and alone
Two: Don’t let him in
You’ll have to kick him out again
Three: Don’t be his friend
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin’ over him “
The crush of people can be highly overwhelming.
As soon as I’m back, I hit the ground running.
Well, despite the joyful *sarcasm fully intended* flight, I finally arrived in Adelaide at 10:45 in the morning.
Yup, it’s f**king back and it’s here to stay: the red parka.
When the landscape around me gets austere with the death that Winter brings, all I want to do is layer texture and life into my clothes.
“As in childhood, they become fixated on one person, whom they see as their sole source of well-being. They transfer this desperate attitude to their relationships, believing all of their nourishment can be provided by one person only: their particular mate” – Zen and the Art of Falling in Love.
When I saw this wall, I knew I had to shoot in front of it. Why? Because I love the idea of ‘don’t take’ – and in my mind the thought is completed with ‘give.’
