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Production still from shooting for Nassrin’s film today.

I think Julia has become a new muse of mine.

I went to Victoria Park to see the fireworks tonight with M x. Also, a carnival was there. We held hands because of the crowd. But also just because.

There are days like today when I think there must be no limit to the ignorance of man.

With Edward around I feel completely justified in the systematic and ritualistic assassination of any flies found in the house.

Mini monoliths in the shrubbery of Dagenham East.

My lights finally arrived yesterday. And by arrived, I mean I went all the way to some industrial park in Woolwich to collect them. Which seems contradictory to the point of parcel delivery, but whatever, it was worth it.

White bedclothes somehow seem so much more luxurious.

Julia is a goddess in her spare time.

I knew it. Queers.

She pretty muched owned the whole place. Maybe even all of Russia.

Some cool Russians at 10:30 PM in Saint Petersburg.

Sarah Leslie got her hair did.

From yesterday,

Looking east from Archway.

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Afterwards, Tanya has a cigarette.

Vlado is way too suave for Dungeness.

Nassrin’s piercing stare.

And so begins my exploration of the English suburban environment.

“Look at my safety belt!” exclaimed Anne-Cecile.

Nice hat.

View from 11th floor, Red Lion Square.

Nassrin can put a few pints away.

Valance Road, E1 5NN

Smoker’s corner.

I miss this view, and Tallahassee adventures.

“Skip”

This here is a house. In Lakeland.

Cookie’s ready for a swim.

Thumbelina spent the night with us and was re-united with her family the next day.