farewell owl

Holy macaroni!

2012-02-07T12:22:00.000-08:00

It's a full moon rising over Hackney! (Taken through my kitchen window at around 5.25pm this evening). Within an hour, a friend had sent me a photo of the same moon setting over the Waitakere ranges in Auckland. Synergy.

Thanks Sean x

I know, let's go sledding!

2012-02-05T14:04:00.000-08:00

Snow! 2012.

2012-02-05T13:59:00.000-08:00

Can England cope?

Returning from the shearing sheds.

2012-01-26T15:52:00.000-08:00

In the sun

2012-01-26T15:36:00.000-08:00

Listening to A Real Hero, by Collage. You know the haunting one from Drive?

Newlyweds.

2012-01-26T14:37:00.001-08:00

Ruby's house

2012-01-26T14:34:00.000-08:00

Visting my Grandparent's house in Auckland. I love the garden there, and the carpets. And its still so close to how it was when they were alive. Keeps my memories of them near to the surface. Was very wonderful to catch up with my dad and stepmum and introduce the boyfriend to them. A success!

Jumping off railway bridges and river swimming.

2012-01-26T14:22:00.000-08:00

Call this my initiation >> needless to say, the worst part was running across State Highway 1 in my underwear.

Why, hello Aotearoa!

Sky and water-scapes at the barbecue.

2012-01-26T13:49:00.000-08:00

We were joined by beautiful big hawks that swiveled down from the sky to pierce our discarded sausages. It was so hot, we all waded into the water, regardless of the minor threat of small fresh water crocs on the far side of the lake. Australia has a different kind of light.

Red dirt girl

2012-01-26T13:44:00.000-08:00

Landscapes, Australia

2012-01-26T13:41:00.000-08:00

Flooded uranium mine, Mt Isa. Still radioactive.

Flooded mineshaft, nicknamed 'poison'.

Bat watching, Mt Isa.

2012-01-17T09:55:00.000-08:00

Mt Isa, Australia. photos by Daniel.

The beauty of the Cambodian drags.

2011-12-12T07:28:00.000-08:00

They're beautiful, talented and oh so courageous. The first openly out and proud performers in Cambodia. Welcome to the Blue Chilli.

Eigh

2011-12-12T04:53:00.000-08:00

Eigh is our driver, and at times, translator. He is a lovely man who has been so good to us while we've been here.

life.

2011-12-12T04:50:00.000-08:00

Slum living within a derelict Phnom Penh cinema. 5 year old Bi lives with three other families in one room. Bats chitter away on the vast, high ceiling above while a giant mound of rubbish, home to numerous rats, marks their entry way. The families are living within one of Cambodia's golden age cinemas (circa 1960s), now derelict.

Last look: North Korea in Phnom Penh

2011-12-10T19:50:00.001-08:00

I wrote about this restaurant two months ago. I've been wanting to return every week now for the David Lynch-ian waitress dancing, singing and instrument playing that goes on here every night of the week. Basically, the waitress that has just brought you over your steaming meat soup, (or cabbage pancake if you're me), suddenly appears on stage playing synthesizer and singing all your favourite songs from the homeland. Everyone is wearing candy coloured, highly flammable frills and perfectly maintained smiles. I wish I could of filmed this for you, it's the most surreal scene I've ever seen, and all delivered with a sort of dead-eyed charm.

Lunar eclipse

2011-12-10T19:32:00.001-08:00

Our last Saturday night in Phnom Penh was spent watching a full lunar eclipse (the last until 2014) and enjoying the charms of the city's infamous North Korean restaurant.

Towards an iron silk road?

2011-12-05T00:43:00.001-08:00

On our moto tour of southern Cambodia, we chose to take earth roads where ever possible. It was a necessary treat to leave the roar of the highways for the relative safety of back roads. These red dirt roads defected from the national highways through sometimes grand archways, or trailed off, hidden between homes. Sometimes dusty, other times precariously rutted, these roads are the picturesque, well traveled veins of the provinces. One such back road, well more of a footpath really, snakes along beside Cambodia's unused railway to cut directly across waterways, villages and fields.

After 80 years of dubious maintenance and 30 years of war, resuscitation may well be close for Cambodia's unused railway. Reports from 2010 weave a tale of proposed connections with Vietnam and Thailand, effectively finishing the 'iron silk road' that will for the first time, connect southeast Asia with Europe. With the help of Australian funding, a functional railroad system will apparently be in place by 2013. At the end of 2011 however, the stretch of railway we followed was but shiny ghost tracks, glinting pink and silver off into the heat and distance.

Determined to try the narrowest of local roads, we joined a small stretch of Cambodia's 612km unused rail track We wound our way precariously along a rail-side, foot-beaten track that connects villages to fields, families to commune councils, sellers to buyers. At times the bikes struggled to bite into the loose gravel, or the shoulder disappeared altogether, leaving us to negotiate space with people passing with livestock and market goods.

Growing up in NZ, hanging around rail tracks goes against every bone in my body. In Cambodia the ghost line offers up children wavering in the distance, indistinct in the heat. People and cattle move up and over, cats and chooks explore the lines, yet no trains come. It will certainly be a different country once the trains start moving again.

2011-12-04T23:48:00.000-08:00

Some scenes from the village road a few weekends back. I especially loved the heat, the storm clouds approaching and the absolute flush of green, courtesy of the recently departed rainy season and perfectly offset by Cambodia's red soil. Come to think of it, we'll soon be in the red of the Australian outback! More photos underneath...

2011-12-02T02:49:00.001-08:00

On arriving in Pursat, we were told the one guest house in town was full due to a contingent of researchers that had arrived to measure the amount of malaria around. I don't think the town had ever seen so many strangers on one day! Oh joy, I thought to myself - raging hordes of mosquitos, and I haven't brought with me any anti-malarials. Layering up my full strength deet insect spray, we were spotted in a house, our 7 person research team distributed across 4 king sized beds with grubby sheets.However, dawn with it a revelation... each of mosquito nets turned such beautiful jewel like colours.

Under the mountain

2011-12-02T01:38:00.001-08:00

My favourite time of day is sunset in Cambodia, particularly so if I am in the provinces. The landscape, which holds such variation in colour already, decides to reflect back the sky's changing colour from the water logged paddy fields like a scaly, iridescent patchwork quilt. Then finally, night starts winning.

These photos were taken from a moving car as we traveled deep into remote Pursat. We were on our way to a once poor village, booming now due to new logging industry from the virgin jungle that crouches, waiting, up the mountain behind. If you like, have a look at each photo by opening them in a new tab - the sunset-scapes feel painterly. The moving car contributes to the feeling of brush strokes, and the sky is smudged with grey.

Angkor Wat, still breathtaking 6 years later.

2011-11-30T13:14:00.000-08:00

Hello, you are the reason I am here.

2011-11-18T08:13:00.001-08:00

Portrait of a young man wearing a Facebook t shirt. He's never used it before but has heard about it through the Khmer love songs on the radio.

He'd like to have the resources play around on the internet, go to university, make a bit of money, have a say in his country's future. Some of the basic stepping stones towards this outcome will hopefully be put in place by the project I'm working on which aims to bring youth closer to a more participatory civic life. Which means they will be able to change the rules. For the better.

Impassable? I think not.

2011-11-18T08:09:00.001-08:00

The road to a remote village at the foot of the Pursat mountain range. We made it though...

Hello Lady Penh

2011-11-05T04:13:00.000-07:00

This is a child of Wat Phnom, Temple hill, where the city's namesake came to pray - Lady Penh. This is a boy who came to play with us, in the sun, with a leaf.

Friday night, PP style.

2011-10-30T04:08:00.000-07:00

Friday night revealed more interesting layers of Cambodian evening entertainment.

Ian, the scriptwriter on our project and host for the night, has spent several years living in Cambodia with his family. In this time he has written several feature film scripts - and in the process of researching these, has grown a base of knowledge on Cambodian society's comings and goings. With Ian as our guide, we headed off into the warm night.

First stop was a North Korean-owned and run restaurant. I wasn't aware of this, but these restaurants exist all over Asia. They serve several purposes apparently - to earn foreign dollars and launder any questionable income (see this article). They also feature a strong team of hand picked talent from the homeland.

In the past there have been moments of defection from the pretty waitresses shipped over to entertain the custom - causing the restaurant to shut its doors until an entirely new shipment of women can arrive. The staff, talented, shining examples of North Korean womanhood, are drum playing, synchronized dancing, run to the door, adieu paying waitresses of immense talent and beauty. No words could describe their particular recipe of bounce, steadfast smiles and karaoke bestowed upon their patrons.

The night we were there found the AC system broken down, causing beads of pristine sweat to dot their perfect brows. Regardless of the no camera policy, they allowed us to take their photographs in front of the many majestic painted murals that decorate the incessantly lit space. There are no dark corners.

The food was excellent, and I spent the rest of the time not eating, mouth agape in wonderment at the spectacle laid out before me. No, I didn't partake of the dog soup, and instead delighted in spicy squid, Korean pancake and ice cold Angkor beer. The groups of men around us grew ruddier, the ladies looked more weary, although they did do a sparkling job of keeping up the energy. Where do they sleep I wonder? The threat of defection must keep them under tight wraps.

After dinner Ian had more to show us. Onwards we went, to 'The Rock'. No guns, no grenades, no knives. I did however have a camera that I promised to not use in order to keep it on my person. We were lead into the largest neon lit building I've yet to find here. Walking over a water feature bridge, beautiful Khmer girls clasped their hands together in greeting and bowed. Suited men guided us by torches into a massive antechamber of darkened booths.

Taking our seats - the night was still young - the carpark had not been packed with four wheel drives yet - we sat back and listened to the crooning songs from the live band and endless line of singers- old, new, young, country, city. The audience would leap up and dance and sit back down again. Perhaps because we were the only barangs there, a completely out of place bruce willis film began playing on a screen high above - reference to tits and guns - subtitled in English floated across the space. The next song intersection, the audio visual material grew weirder - an 80s how to tango instructional film took its place while the band readied itself again for more Khmer pop.

Downing our drinks, Ian showed us around the rest of the massive building - VIP karaoke rooms hid muffled sounds, doors opened on lines of women sitting in benches, waiting to play hostess if the patrons required it. Back further was a hotel you could book rooms by the hour, a movie cinema where you could get mid film massages and a now closed casino. Oh yes, and a sauna and jacuzzi for men. Corridors and corridors of doors to rooms, dotted frequently by bowing staff. Heading back into the familiar realms of the song hall, the beauty and surprising 60s influenced khmer pop rang on…

View from the bungalow

2011-10-25T09:07:00.000-07:00

Drinks with new friends at the delightful floating bungalows - owned by a fellow Kiwi, the lovely George.

Hello summer

2011-10-25T09:01:00.000-07:00

Can you feel the balmy Mekong heat?

Apocalypse Now

2011-10-25T08:53:00.000-07:00

There's a beauty to the chaos. Of course it's only chaotic because I'm fresh off the boat, used to different rules, physically so different... But me, who responds to things I can't quite wrap my head around with a rather cinematic response, knows I'm already in love with the place on a particular level. The heat is bearable, it makes you glow and you can breathe through it. The people I'm working with are kind. The poverty is confronting. Welcome to Phnom Penh, baby.

Cyprus 2011

2011-10-17T13:24:00.000-07:00

The first few photos from Cyprus. Chia, Stephanie and I, the land behind the gas station.

Berlin arrival

2011-09-19T15:27:00.000-07:00

Berlin empty.

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Berlin love

2011-09-19T14:59:00.000-07:00

Brick Lane

2011-09-07T04:13:00.001-07:00

Had a ball with two amazing women - Rebekah Davies and Hannah Curwood. Both musicians, whom you can find online respectively here, and here. Brick Lane is synonymous with curry, migrants and delivers one of London's most interesting heatbeats. It also finds its way into the story of Jack the Ripper, who plied his trade in the streets nearby. Rebekah's boyfriend Roger, an East Londoner by birth himself, filled us in on the early industry, culture and happenings on the streets as they once were. We bid Bek a fond bon voyage back to the land of the long white cloud. I'm going to miss her dancing in the streets!

5.00am Thursday morning

2011-08-11T12:54:00.000-07:00

I was woken this morning by the sound of this van taking out two traffic lights and flipping. It was a god-awful noise, and I woke startled and groping in the dark thinking the rioters had driven through my local shop. The last 4 days of constant national violence and discourse has imprinted itself on my psyche, and all my fears were summoned and laid out in this one waking moment of hard noise. In terms of these particular crossroads, this has been the 4th such accident in 6 months, with two previous fatalities. This driver was pulled unhurt from the van and emergency services were there within minutes. Not a way to start a new day! But perhaps fitting on another level?

To my future self, I was listening to Crystal Castles - Not in Love, and I had that weird dream about Antoine...

I'm pining for you Belarus

2011-08-09T15:34:00.001-07:00

You've been landing in unused airports, and sleeping in the woods, hanging with partizans and lighting bonfires...

Malibu

2011-08-01T14:52:00.000-07:00

I I had just two days on the ground in LA, but was lucky enough to see my dear friend, Joe. We escaped to Malibu for a couple of hours and dipped our feet in the Pacific. Such a sunny contrast to London... sunny and strange. Ahhh America, you're such an enigma.

This was the song I couldn't get out of my head

2011-07-24T13:50:00.001-07:00

Portrait of my friend Rebekah, taken on the weekend. Lovely to see you. x

Published photograph!

2011-07-24T10:00:00.000-07:00

Refugee Transitions May 2011
Many thanks to the community at the Khmer Krom Temple, Auckland.
Film, Olympus Pen F, 2008

Wrecks, lighthouses, ghosts and more...

2011-07-12T00:52:00.000-07:00

Aubrey Diggle (Diggs) rescue boat captain and ex RNLI senior helmsman, Anglesey, Wales. Diggs told me a pile of great stories as we floated above the wreck of a ship that went down in 1880.

a child on a train

2011-07-10T15:58:00.000-07:00

We see wondrous things from trains.

Northern Wales

2011-07-10T15:43:00.000-07:00

I was treated to a coastal walk on the island of Anglesey today. I had some calming moments lying on springy grass, with the sky above and all sound turned down to a whisper. Later I managed to capture that small red and black ? as it zoomed through its grass jungle.

Porcupine in the Tuscan wild.

2011-06-22T15:01:00.001-07:00

Porcupine, Tuscany from Jessica on Vimeo.

A must watch.

Couldn't miss this city at night...

2011-06-20T15:48:00.000-07:00

Inside / out

2011-06-20T15:39:00.001-07:00

Outside looking in, trying to catch the sun between streets, as it slipped away. Pretty.

portrait

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Florence: rooftop

2011-06-20T15:29:00.000-07:00

From the window

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On the road, Tuscany.
Currently listening: Bon Iver

Backwaters are often the same everywhere, even in Tuscany

2011-06-14T14:53:00.000-07:00

The prosecco is pretty good though... we had a nice game of charades with the sun going down. Oh yes, and then bats came out to feed! Shadowy movements in the near dark.

All tomorrow's parties: Ponte Vecchio

2011-06-13T14:36:00.000-07:00

Florence at night, from the city's most famous bridge, Ponte Vecchio. Artful tourist shots. Ponte Vecchio is known for old shops precariously piled upon it, it's also one of the oldest stone segmental arch bridges in Europe. It reminded me of William Gibson's futurist vision of the crumbling Golden Gate bridge in All Tomorrows Parties, populated by shack colonies now, and not by cars. It's a great book, read it! x

Everything comes in waves...

2011-06-13T11:45:00.000-07:00

New works: Everything Comes in Waves / Tsunami No.1 - No.3 (42" HD) Currently showing at La Scatola Gallery London EC2A 2DQ

I visited my friend Kentaro Yamada's art exhibition launch last thursday, and it was beautiful. The light bulbs you can see in the photo above lit up in the pattern associated with Cheyne Stokes breathing, the breathing of one who is close to death.

As you know, I lost my grandfather last month. And before he died, I spent two days by his side, his breaths marking the passage of time in that room, over those 48 hours. Anyone who's been by the side of someone who is dying knows this pattern well, the intake of air, followed by impossibly long silences, where you wonder if they will ever take another breath again.

Everything is steeply heightened, the nights when all is silent except for his breath, the stillness of people coming to terms with what is happening in front of them... Well Kentaro's representation of that breath, through light, was profound, peaceful and it gave me a moment to pause and remember those powerful, emotional last days that I'm so grateful for.

See the exhibition here
Visit Kentaro's website
Photographer: unknown

David

2011-06-13T00:49:00.000-07:00

After a one hour wait to enter the building, David welcomed us in his splendor. What beauty. I really have to drive that point home. No matter where you stood, the statue was perfection. And perfectly bathed in the natural light pouring down from the skylight. The crowd murmured, the female guards yelled "no cameras" in their husky Italian, and I circled.

I made it to Siena, Tuscany.

2011-06-06T06:41:00.000-07:00

Truly beautiful city, more photos to come soon, I promise.

A modern still life

2011-05-23T13:41:00.000-07:00

Parmigiano-Reggiano, pecorino fresco from Pienza and an unlabeled Brunello di Montalcino 2006 given to us by our friend's father. Ahhhh the tastes of Tuscany.

the Cypress

2011-05-22T14:21:00.001-07:00

Landscapes

2011-05-22T11:07:00.001-07:00

Just to wet your appetite...

Derelict Tuscany

2011-05-22T11:01:00.000-07:00

I was surprised the number of derelict houses dotted around the region... I suppose a lack of work, etc, all the usual suspects, might explain this. Now home to lizards, birds, bats and plant life... and plenty of imagination inspiration for passing tourists!

Grown from seed.

2011-05-21T13:55:00.000-07:00

First bloom from our little nasturtium, grown from seed. Grown in remembrance of rambling Auckland gardens of long ago.

Siena, Tuscany

2011-04-28T00:47:00.001-07:00

Stealing beauty...

That's rain coming in, that is.

Looking #1

2011-04-03T13:59:00.000-07:00

Of course you had perfect saddle bags. And a dog sitting in your basket. And look at that bike. Nice lines.
Currently listening to: Thurston Moore 'Trees outside the Academy'. Beautiful.

*edit* apparently she's carrying me too. That's rather special. I never knew...

Springtime

2011-04-03T13:10:00.000-07:00

Our ranunculus have settled in nicely - so nicely they are in fact exploding fast out of the pot they have been planted in. We're starting to see sunsets again, sharp potent light that floods the tops of buildings beyond our windows. Yesterday, after re-watching Y tu Mama Tambien (so good the second time, so good) we hung ourselves off the balcony just to bathe in the light as its slid down the wall.

I'm currently sitting on a reindeer skin Daniel brought back from Norway, and before you ask, it's an ecologically sound reindeer skin - a product of the yearly cull to keep numbers at a healthy level. It's white, and thick, and so very very warm. It's going to be a shedder though i'm afraid. Before the skin, Daniel brought me a wig from Russia, where apparently all women wear them. Synthetic, blonde, but considered natural beauty at it's best! What's it going to be from Canada I wonder? A chocolate bar? If you get that joke, then you must be a Stones fan.

Watercolour clouds, no?

History

2011-03-28T15:02:00.000-07:00

Some of my favourite photographs I've taken in my life, meet my favourite haiku:

a little frog

riding on a banana leaf,

trembling.

I caught the Mersey beat...

2011-03-28T14:36:00.000-07:00

Strawberry Fields

View from Penny Lane

Finally after all these years, I made my pilgrimage. Anyone who's ever known me as a teenager is aware of how passionate, obsessive even, I was over these boys. It was such a joy to finally come, and walk around, and hear those accents (the best accents in the world), to feel the bricks, to pace the streets, to see the sea. I made friends with a lovely Japanese girl, a fellow fan, also on her own, and together we hung in the Cavern and listened to a mersey sound band, named (quite appropriately) the Shakers... NZ and Japan sitting side by side, in a strange place...twas lovely.

I had the honour...

2011-03-28T14:31:00.000-07:00

...to photograph 3 extraordinary women for a project I can tell you about soon. It's not my project, so until it comes to fruition, I'll keep quiet. But it's a beauty!

I'm planting

2011-03-28T14:26:00.000-07:00

...because it's spring out there. Hallelujah

City from hotel window, taken over skype

2011-03-08T00:12:00.000-08:00

I'm not there, Daniel is. But I get to be at the other end of skype, wishing I was. Last night he called me from his hotel lobby, which incidentally became a nightclub entrance and strip bar by night. Hordes of mini-skirted young women piled in through the doors behind him, adjusting themselves in mirrored surfaces...

7 days since the earthquake

2011-02-27T14:24:00.000-08:00

Christchurch, my heart goes out to you. Every day brings it a little closer. Every day one of gets a phone call and hears some shit news. Talk about psychic destruction. I know, us Kiwis are tough old things, but still.

Star

2011-02-27T14:21:00.000-08:00

"Where are you from?" I asked.
"The centre of the Universe", he replied.

The water spirit, Haggeston Park

2011-02-27T13:56:00.001-08:00

Air and Style, Innsbruck, 2011

2011-02-17T13:47:00.000-08:00

So, I find myself on pro snowboarding circuit in Europe. Such is life!

More shots from my weekend's work in Austria last week. It was an utter manic mindspin! Lovely people, bad food, fantastic Air and Style competition, (find out more here). I had the joy of staying in a charming hotel right bang in the centre of the old town, near Innsbruck's famous c1500 Golden Roof.

Mozart, as a child, had stayed in my hotel, perhaps even my very room.

In front of the Zaha Hadid designed jump in Innsbruck.

city views from the stadium

Air and Style 2011

With Staale Sandbech, pro snowboarder for Burn.

Next day's coverage in the local paper

Austrian man.

Anaura Bay, East coast, New Zealand.

2011-02-13T10:07:00.000-08:00

Morning.

Innsbruck, Austria

2011-02-04T14:00:00.000-08:00

I've decided the planes passing overhead sound like the city sighing. Listening to Mozart in a hotel he stayed at as a child. Special.

Castlepoint Children

2011-01-22T21:58:00.001-08:00

South Island Black Robin in motion

2011-01-22T20:25:00.001-08:00

Little south island black robin from Jessica on Vimeo.

Kaikoura Coast Road

2011-01-22T20:22:00.000-08:00

Olivia #2

2011-01-11T21:41:00.000-08:00

Livie's got the stance going on

2011-01-09T23:47:00.001-08:00

Halo

2011-01-09T23:46:00.000-08:00

Wunderbar, Christchurch

Lyttleton is a painting

2011-01-09T23:43:00.000-08:00

*edit* was a painting.

South Island Black Robin

2011-01-09T23:40:00.000-08:00

A favourite native ... came almost up to my toes in the Lewis Pass...

On the road to the Lewis Pass

2011-01-09T23:31:00.000-08:00

Sigh

2011-01-09T21:57:00.000-08:00

How I want my letter box one day...

River picnic

2011-01-03T00:16:00.000-08:00

Grandfather

2011-01-02T23:45:00.000-08:00

Is a little forgetful these days, but still as charming as ever.

garden living, nelson

2011-01-02T01:36:00.001-08:00

ah, at last....

2010-12-29T22:43:00.000-08:00

First hours in NZ were all that I could have wanted.... sun, food, cute baby and family...

Christmas Day!

2010-12-27T05:35:00.000-08:00

Daniel's pavlova going in the oven!

xmas dinner for the orphans

post dinner cream whipping

in all it's flat glory

Ollie

Daniel / Shelley

Candice

the xmas tree...

WHOA IT"S SNOWING!

2010-12-19T13:02:00.000-08:00

Daniel carted home our little pot luck christmas tree, who is big and wide and beautiful. As we have no decorations, Daniel's been magpie-ing trinkets around home to tie to the tree, like little yellow flowers, broaches, my belt buckle etc.

coming home.

2010-12-19T12:52:00.001-08:00

view from the lounge

snapshots from home

2010-12-19T12:50:00.001-08:00

Cluttering up the fridge is the first thing to do to make yourself feel at home in a new place. We remembered John. x

waiting for the bus / down the escalator

2010-12-19T12:33:00.000-08:00

Jess in bus stop / Ginny going underground...

Daniel's exhibition from Lapland...

2010-12-19T12:31:00.000-08:00

Beautiful photos and a beautiful film for London advertising agency Exposure's xmas greetings...

Favourite pub hangout, favourite Danes...

2010-12-19T12:25:00.000-08:00

Getting ready for winter, the first snow is hitting outside while we reconnect with two lovely Danish sisters we met last year. They were fresh from Portabello Market with their new rabbit fur hats...

First snows for winter 2010

2010-12-03T03:42:00.001-08:00

Domesticities

2010-11-28T12:04:00.001-08:00

home life.

Northern Lights

2010-11-15T15:44:00.000-08:00

Daniel's photos from his trip to Norway. Too beautiful.

changing light // the view from our window

2010-11-15T15:34:00.000-08:00

Photos by Daniel

a chihuahua that should of been named Henry

2010-10-10T13:55:00.000-07:00

We've been hanging out with the strangest little rat-like creature all weekend. A chihuahua that is part cat part rat part baby seal part quivering fawn. He's got a little bit of attitude, a whole pile of wuss, but on the whole, he's largely unforgettable and very very sweet.

Summer returned for the weekend...

2010-10-10T13:05:00.000-07:00

Oh the light! the heat!

Gentleman's Club, London

2010-10-07T15:00:00.000-07:00

Daniel and I had dinner with Daniel's uncle David who happens to live in this intriguing, very historic, naval and military club in Piccadilly Circus. The building it is now situated in was built in 1679, and the club has been running since 1862. I got to see Daniel play piano for the first time! There's also a closed door, gentlemen only bar which I may need a mustache to get in to.