Norwich is cold and wet and slippery.
I look forward to the day I can walk to the studio and not violently twist my ankles on the cobble stones.
But it's fine because I thrifted a glorious new coat. It's quilted denim with velvet trimmings. I love it and it's very snug. Just as well I found it seeing as my old coat makes me look like one of the railway children.
None the less, me and the glorious Sebastian J Billing plan on scheduling an epic vintage hunt this weekend. Much rummaging, much tea, much whinging about the modern youth. Oh how time has flown since we worked at the horrific establishment that is Topshop.
Amy came round after my group tutorial yesterday and we made a lovely fish supper. Smoked mackerel with peppercorn, runner beans and honey roasted veg. Amazing. However due to the nature of mine and Amy's fabulous friendship we then proceeded to consume 3 bottles of wine. Resulting to unlawful use of the new Instax 100.
She tried to take a good 5 pictures of me, but not one came out. Either the camera was trying to do me a favour/my face is in fact a colourless orb and doesn't even register as an exposure/we got wine in the Instax.
Any thing is possible!
P.s Amy most certainly snores.
& I am still hung over.
Artist studies are coming soon.
