the joys of a friggen iPhone. endless.

Laura Marling. What I wrote makes no sense now.

But it did. That's all that matters.

A picture of my beautiful friend Ellie.

What first was a photo of her smiling is now telling

a very different story.

eevery lens has a different filter.

"every cloud has a silver lining".

my train journey. depressive.

dementia will only make you see things clearer.

innocence, unlimited.

gay pride?

weightless. doesn't work in real life.

A flying rat decided to sit on my terrace. Reminds me of those posters from the 80's. 

The kissing couples under the setting sun? Thank goodness for a change in decade.

Consumer satisfaction not included.

Sophistication.. Never my strongest point.

American dream, baby.

Think twice before you get married.

If anything;

Applaud my sense of humour.

Just: Why? I remember wanting the shoes on the second left more than life itself. Thank goodness my mother has better taste than to let my eight-year old self strust vertiginously around the streets of london like that. 

Worryingly, Bratz dolls have a similar appearance. Albeit with bigger lips, but the same shoes. I think a new doll should be reinforced. "The Sartorialist: Limited Edition 'Milan' ".

This is me. Destinct taste in most things. Few passions, but when I do have them I go all out. Like This blog. Perhaps not a passion? Something I'll 'dip' into every now and again. 

But. This is my plan. Pictures. Simple. Edited, if not very gently edited - but edited. With a bit of love and passion. Or just something I'd 'dipped' into at the time.