to madrid i fly
i'm sleeping better than i ever did living in london over the last 12 years.
the complete darkness and quiet at the farm suits me.
i often used to use earplugs when we lived at the factory...now there seems to be no point.
and i'm dreaming intricate, full colour dreams again: which i love.
it took the same amount of time to drive to heathrow from the farm in kent as it would to drive from the factory in the east end of london.
met the frances, nicki and paul (from the ad agency i'm shooting for) and flew to madrid (after an hour delayed on the runway).
have checked into THE most exciting hotel i've ever stayed in:
hotel puerta america.
each floor is designed by a different architect.
i can't photograph my room as it's completely white and every corner is curved.
it's on the 1st floor...
the toilet is an egg (a whole egg) and the bath's like a full infinity cove: you can't work out where it starts and ends.
it's fantastic.
and cheap(ish) too.
paul's floor is all shards of mirror like some 'enter the dragon' thing gone crazy.
if you ever come to madrid, stay here.
just called mrs.perou to say 'wish you were here'.
she's at the farm: james is cooking her a wood pidgeon in calvados (that he shot earlier today).
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