my gun's bigger than your gun.

tried to chill during the day, unsuccessfully.
then DTT

on set at big sky studios by 4.30pm.

ms. grace (jones) arrived slightly later than expected, at 10pm.

had a fantastic shoot which finished at 4am.

i LOVE grace: she is incredible!
and the pictures we did together are a proper perou/jones collaboration.
very exciting

also on the shoot were norbert schroener briefly, and philip treacy all night/morning.

big props to amrita: sorry you got a call time 7hrs earlier than you needed.

i had booked into a hotel in town but decided having driven mark and some machine guns back to his place, then frances back to hers, that i should just keep going and get back to farm.

despite tripping out en route and narrowly avoiding the central reservation on the a299 near reculver, made it back in time to see the farm waking up and passed out still buzzing on redbull.

up early after a difficult night's non-sleep.
rendezvoused(?) with ms.hood and drove west to jasmine studios.

2 shoots before midday then a 3hr gap and lunch at cafe rouge before a 3rd shoot in the afternoon.
zzz...

drove back in the crappy silver astra which i appear to have killed: HA!
the last 20 miles were spent kangarooing down the M2 with the speedo flipping between 0mph and 160mph (a speed the astra could only aspire to).

back to farm and maximum returned from A&E after headbutting the corner of a wall at school.

both my sons have good scars on their heads already.
despite me breaking my neck, aged 3 and my collar bones repeatedly during my childhood, i appear to have escaped obvious war wounds.

in the sunlight on the roof of shoreditch house.

BABY day for abrar and willy in T-4 weeks.

i can't work it out: does life begin with parenthood or is it over?

maybe it's both...

the sons were very confused to have started their day by being pinched and punched during breakfast.

no returns of any kind.

white rabbits