Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: September 27, 2006

shhhhhh...

drove to town via a lab and then to my agent who was at a 'le book' event.
i was dropping off some prints to update my folio.

got very annoyed/frustrated by the jobsworth on the door who wouldn't let me in:
'it's photographer's day tomorrow...today's just for clients'.
'i don't care: i'm just trying to drop off some prints fella: i don't want to hang out at your event'
'it's photographer's day tomorrow'.
'i'll be in paris tomorrow'
'you can't come in. we've got a lot of photographers trying to come in...but you can't come in'.

felt like i was trying to gain entry to some vip nightclub...
ridiculous behaviour.
i cringe at the idea of a room full of photographers all networking together and trying to meet potential clients tomorrow night.
shudder.

had a good preproduction meeting at SH with georgina, sam (brown), lyndale and georgia.
i'm blowing the whole of my budget on the main MMASM shoot i'm doing, on the best crew and we will rock out...
ate those honey glazed chipolatas and corn fritters, a house burger and drank magners: all on the roof...it was very civilised.

went to pick up keys for the perou factory.
got 4 of 6 required keys after a security guard fumbled for what felt like hours, trying to idenify duplicates.
the perou factory's days are numbered.
i never want to shoot there again...i certainly don't want to sleep there no more.

standing in the barn tonight, i had a flash-forward to it being sorted and us shooting there.
it'll be great.
i miss not having a studio.

did IKEA at edmonton with frances.
it took hours to get there and then back to kent.

in my absence gypos came to the farm.
(bad timing: i wish i had been there)
they stopped at the gate and beeped their horn.
mrs.perou went to the gate with taz barking like a crazy dawg (good boy).
stratford just stayed up near the house indifferent (useless, lazy animal).

'is the gov'nor home?' the gypos asked.
'no' said mrs.perou
'when does your dad get back then?' they asked (not deliberately trying to flatter mrs.perou)
'my husband will be back soon' said my lady.
'we've got some spare materials in the back of the van if you want us to repair your drive: looks like it needs it'...
etc...

all the time the gypos were asking questions, they were looking around over mrs.perou's shoulder to the house and the outbuildings.
all the time the gypos were asking questions, taz was barking like a crazy dawg (good boy).

i wish i had been there to meet them.
i like to meet and greet and make new 'friends'.

i like to walk to the gate to welcome strangers whilst holding/casually swinging a pick-axe handle.
i used to have a pick-axe handle at each exit point of the perou factory.
good to always have one close to hand.

i'm glad i put up the 'country eye' board yesterday.