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Monday, 23 February 2009

Impulsive action photography

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Yesterday while queueing (why must the British always queue, Do they not know that the war is over and there are enough muffins to go round)...
Thursday, 19 February 2009

Fighting with Picasso (again)

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One summer, not long after the incident of the 'bull fight' with Pablo, I spent a few mad weeks on the Riviera on the piss with Hemi...
Saturday, 14 February 2009

Tits and photography

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I am heartened to see that our traffic wardens are taking an interest in the photographic arts; this morning as I smoked an illicit cigarett...
Wednesday, 11 February 2009

Get along little dogie and the stolen Oscar.

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I see the Jolie-Pitt children have been 'running amok' in the corridors of the Dorchester while the parents were at an awards ceremo...
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Sunday, 8 February 2009

Nieupjur's declaration of intent.

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This morning I was woken from my fitful slumber by both the brakes of a passing bicycle squealing like a morning cockeral (did my fathers br...
Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Moules Mariniere

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Today I recieved a disturbing letter from my old pie baking adversary Rusty McGlint. I am shaking with horror and disbelief but will transcr...
Sunday, 1 February 2009

Inanimate humanism and the things I know about my mother.

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A perfect scale model of a Paladian villa stands upon a lapis-lazuli plynth. It is Decorated in Silver and Gold leaf studded with crystals a...
Saturday, 31 January 2009

Tala Madani, Madame Zingara and a rebel yell.

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little did I know that by the end of the yesterday I would be wearing a shiny green stetson throwing disco shapes in a maroon velvet tent......
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Friday, 30 January 2009

Annie Leibovitz and West Ruislip.

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Wednesday morning found me, accompanied by a screaming hangover and Caz my new nurse, at the Annie Leibovitz exhibition at the National Port...
Friday, 23 January 2009

Studio life

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Morocco, Modigliani and lesbian tea.

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It breaks my heart to think of poor old Modi and the wheels I set in motion that would ultimately lead to his death. One fine spring morning...
Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Notes written with a noisy pen.

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I am not fond of the taste of Advocaat but the yellow colour (remeniscent of the bicycle that killed my father) somehow seduces me into a gl...
Friday, 12 December 2008

Piper at the gates of dawn.

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Whenever I think of the wind in the willows I am really thinking of the piper at the gates of dawn and by association I am thinking of apric...