words and pictures.

dave and i are trying to make a pierrot photoshoot happen....we want long eyelashes and bare shoulders and a big ruffly ruff and a pale face and sad sad eyes. i haven't worked with dave in ages so i'm looking forward to it...getting my tips from tyra in the meantime.

an ex-boyfriend put me on to a book called everything is illuminated by johnathan safran foer. i was in a phase of doing whatever he said but my gosh, it's a pretty book. when i finished it, i was sat in my garden and didn't move for ages. then i realised i was being a twat and went and ate some jaffa cakes.

- "do you think i'm wonderful" she asked him one day. "No" he said. "Why?". Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their lovers wonderful today and it's only noon. You couldn't be something hundreds of girls are."

- she was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinate spectrum.

- what is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?

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