Oxford. The city that saw me trawling museums as a child and drinking holes as a teenager. It is also home to a reprobate character or two… Five things I learned this weekend. A man (that you do not know) will find no qualms in stealing a sheepskin rug from under your bottom on the rooftop of […]
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Fortune.
Day 16 of Photography101… “Treasure”. Fortune. The gong chimed, a bellowing command came from above, and from all corners they scuttled up the stairs, past the boxed bugs and through the dinosaur bones, onto the streets of Oxford. He hadn’t seen me. I stood looking over the curiosity filled cabinets and antique occupied closets, entirely […]
My Oxford museum home… with dinosaurs.
A life sized cabinet of curiosities… Its heavy air still seizes my nostalgic nose from my very first footstep inside. Its stuffed creatures still monitor me from every corner and kink of the room. My feet must have contributed to the eroded curves of its stone entrance steps. My instinctive untamed child fingerprints will have […]
Day 94.
A sunny Sunday of penguins, Cotswolds countryside, rum&raisin, dead fish and birds both winged and womanly. The cherry on my weekend cake came disguised as a duo of mischievous parrots that are forever trapped in a toxic world of green gloop beneath a drinking cup, all courtesy of my little cherub playmate for the day. […]
Day 68.
Two months ago my cynical self wouldn’t have found anything happy about a bed bound day of illness. But the mini angel on my shoulder tells me I have found joy in catching up with The Face and my favourite fashion lion, Erin O’Connor. It may be terribly last season, but you try watching a […]