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

...carefully positioned

cats are bastards.

impressed with the surgical precision though.
very damien hirst.

today i have spent ALL day finishing the laundry room...

...which is a lie.
i DID finish the laundry room.
but i also spent a long while in the sun, in the pool with the family.

maximum diving for spoons.
Z bobbing up and down with his arm bands on.


today when we were feeding the pigs z turned to me and said, 'how are we going to eat the pigs, daddy?'
'well...' i said, '...a man will come and take the pigs away and then they'll come back as sausages and pork chops'.
z thought about it for a while and then said, 'can i have 'black bum' as an ice cream?'.

i have spent ALL day painting the laundry room.

this is what happens when people ask 'what does mrs.perou get out of you being a photographer?"

my back aches.

like you don't know when you're in one.
signs like this add insult to injury.

DTT and met mark at an old factory in north east (just) 'london'.
pretty special.

if i had £500,000 i'd move in tomorrow leaving it exactly as it is.
trouble is...i...ur...don't have a spare £500,000

half way round, i remembered that i'd brought my studio shelving from there 8 years before.
in fact...remembering more as it's coming back to me now...i also bought their old factory clock when i was there and had it upstairs at the perou factory for a few years.
frightening i've only just remembered this.

went to see another factory after (but couldn't get in)
this one's £1.75million.
i hate factory hunting.
grrrr...