
nose what i mean
my 1st shoot of the year almost featured this fine (blood) hound:
but he was much bigger than i had expected and he was scared of flashing lights.
so stratford stepped in as a last minute replacement.
photo-slut that he is.
he's so gay though: he was supposed to be paying some attention to the gorgeous model wearing (the skimpiest) underwear but he kept turning his back on her.
no offence to the blood hound but the studio was left covered in slobber, dog hair and the subtle oudour of dawg.
very glad startford doesn't smell, slobber or moult.
on top of all the other big plans for this year, we are also going to do a BOOK!
(finally)
it's going to be super-comprehensive: EVERYTHING up till now.
it will include many photos and polaroids that have never been seen before anywhere, writing, notes, drawings, diary entries (and people's comments, letters and hate mail) and other nonsence.
i might even put in my chocolate brownie secret recipe etc...
don't expect this anytime before next year though.
oo VERY exciting.
:)