I like to take photos of things. Mostly peoples. Mostly pretty peoples, if I'm honest. But sometimes toys, or dogs, or maybe a tree. Y'know, interesting stuff.
I shoot a few burlesque shows, but that's just to kill time between photoshoots with models, where I can control the light and the pose and the magic.
My photos will have the tag "my photo". Otherwise, it's stolen from the vast wilderness that is the internet. I usually source pics from Model Mayhem, Flickr or We <3 it.
You wanna look me up elsewhere?
No caffeine at all this week. No tea, coffee, coke, Monster, Irn Bru, fucking nothing.
I’ve only been awake for like 2 hours, but already, I’m feeling a little cranky. Normally, I’m awoken by a fresh hot mug of coffee, made and brought to my bedside by Katie. Today, I had a glass of diluting juice. It’s not the same.
On the walk to work, Forces of the Unseen by Cloud Cult came on my mp3 player, and it struck me as quite apt:
We said, “There’s nothing wrong.”
We put our strong face on.
And go right through it.
Please say it can’t be done.
Cuz that’s just fuel for me to just prove this yeah, you’ll see.
Cuz that’s just fuel for me to just do this, yeah, you’ll see.
We have so much energy that you can’t see.
We’ll blow right through it.
Please say you can’t help me.
Cuz that’s just fuel for me to just prove this, yeah, you’ll see.
Cuz that’s just fuel for me to just do this, yeah, you’ll see.
Which, I’m hoping, means if I can make this whole week, I’ll have the power to raise the dead. I’m looking forward to that bit.