Posts Tagged ‘Lyanne’

Jan

4

2010

Aging (Dis)gracefully

Awww, look! There’s the wife looking super fine, super cool, superdooper on her birthday yesterday. She’s actually 105 now but, by the miracles of modern science and good skincare, she doesn’t look a day over 35 does she? There are vicious rumours of a little post processing ‘help’ but that’s between me, Lightroom and the [...]

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Aug

20

2009

On friends

Shifting sands, that’s what friendship feels like. No different than any other human relationship of course but, in my experience, those sandy friendship beaches are more fickle than the others. I choose not to have a glut of friends in my life and I’ve always been like that. It’s always been about a few, very [...]

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Jul

18

2009

London Calling

Giddy. That’s what I’ve been all day, giddy. I went to London. On a trip. On my own with no husbands or children or pigs or pigs ‘n’ wigs or anything. And it was absolutely blissful. I spent the day with my ‘wife’, BFF and brilliant photographer Lyanne; we went to an exhibition, we walked [...]

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Jul

18

2009

Teaser…snapshot of my day in London

Very cool little photobooth on the South Bank in London with a live feed to Flickr. Fantastic fun…write your message on a whiteboard, stand in the booth, SMILE and you’re famous.Well, on Flickr anyway. Me and ‘the wife’ thinking about wine for lunch, exhausted by a long morning of culture, photography and gossip. More photos [...]

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