imagery

the leaves are twirling and swirling through the air like ballet dancers. the rustle-crackle and the whoosh-whoosh ominous-sounding, until i look up and see these great big masses of leaves flying past my window.

like being caught by surprise whilst scuba-diving, and suddenly having to stay really still while a huge school of barracuda pass you by in their silver-blue-flecks-of-light brilliance.

but anyway, many pictures follow. because i've only just uploaded them, even though some date back a month or so.

gig 01: Faust

gig 01: Kid Koala

gig 01: Explosions In The Sky

gig 01: Fourtet

gig 02: Courtney Pine

gig 02: stairwell at the De La Warr Pavillion

the gherkin, on the way to Paul McCarthy at Whitechapel Gallery

self-explanatory, on Brick Lane

where clothes go to die

chive flower husks


note to self: get photoshop CS back from O. that boy has had it for much too long!