Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: April 29, 2010

apparently affable

how we laughed.
caught up with the new issue of f2 magazine today, which features a profile feature on yours truly.

it started off ok with 'perou is a brand, an enigma'.

not quite sure about me being '...apparently affable' though.
or writing about (my) 'psycho babble explanations explain themselves for this'

but, generally not a bad article, especially as i was banging on about the end of photography and photography magazines at the time.
it'll end up in the 'press' archive (eventually).

DTT early.
picked up two beautiful prints from 'goldenshots' for the show: one of my hands covered in mulberry juice and a four piece of frances trying to tie up her bikini top.

delivered everything to 'bliss' as they're mounting the lot onto aluminum for me.

had a meeting at prestel about THE BOOK.
feels like i'm spinning valuable china plates: a book, a tv show and a major retrospective.
all need each other and if one falls, they'll all fall.
probably.

got to be in it to win it though innit.

lunch at a greek restaurant in primrose hill i was expecting to be an italian.
was suprised when the waiters looked at me funny when i said 'ciao' on arriving and 'grazia' when they showed me to my table.

had a meeting at the sunday times after.
it's been a LONG time since i've been at news international: E98 (they have their own postcode)

i remembered i always used to hand deliver my prints after shoots.
it was nice and personal.
now we just ftp or email things over.
i think i might change this: go old school.
like karl lagerfeld who refuses to do emails or texts and only writes letters to be hand delivered.

i used to take sratford with me to 'the times' although dogs aren't allowed.
i'd always say he was there for a casting.
people would get to hear there was a dog in the building and come over to which ever desk he was hiding under and say, 'have you got a dog in here?' and i'd say, 'ur...yes?'
then they'd always say, 'would you mind?' ducking under the desk to pet him discreetly.
offices should have dogs in: for good vibes.
my tv agent's office is FULL of dogs: they're all allowed to bring in theirs.

once, after a meeting at the times, stratford ran down the stairs and straight into the glass doors at full speed.
hit his head on the glass with a loud thud.
the safety glass wobbled.
he wasn't concerned: no sense no pain.