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pinch punch

pinch punch


i could fill this diary with a t-shirt a day, happily.

love this one donated to me by the urban misfit society

there's more...


managed to RTB from ikea JUST in time for a shoot with a young russian lady.

i'm not sure if it was a lost in translation moment, but i wasn't expecting the answer to my polite conversational question 'how long were you modelling before you were..."

to be "just take the pictures, OK?"

i was careful not to make the next part of my conversation, 'ur...you can leave my house now'

and the shoot ended well, with everyone (else) seemingly happy.

i have been working both kinds of sabbath this weekend
and
felt the need to finish off the just opened bottle of bubbly occupying space in the studio fridge just now, which might explain my unusually free flowing monologue.

i don't ask much, but common politeness or even a faked vague interest in participation is nice, on a shoot.


could the fella that isn't returning the tawfiq's iPhone, please do so: this is getting tiresome.

tomorrow, cardiff
i will spend the rest of the evening, retouching semi-naked tattooed people.