Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: June 10, 2008

will work for fame

quite a fine day.

spent the first few hours moving tools from the chicken yard tool shed to the wood shed in the orchard.
the wood shed is a special place (full of junk and rubbish that needs sorting out): a sanctuary in the orchard to go and hide in and fiddle with tools listening to radio 4.
a kind of very big shed: every grown up (man) should have one.
for some time it's been joked that my office is like my shed...now i have a shed too.

then DTT to have lunch with one of my american agents on the roof of shoreditch house.
had THE most delicious sea bream stuffed with lemon and thyme: wow!

3 of the dragons from 'dragons den' were there in matching suits.
the rich poor divide is getting ridiculous in this country...and everywhere else too i guess: them and us.

i'm not poor...but i'm definately one of us, not one of them.

met my agent (actual) patricia and went to see a studio together.
the guy offering it to us said 'obviously it's a beautiful space'
'no', i said...'i live in the countryside on a farm...THAT is a beautiful space. THIS is a dark, damp hole under a road'.

regardless, with a little bit of TLC it MIGHT turn into the new perou factory with patricia mc mahon backing.
how exciting.
watch this (dark, damp hole of a) space.

had a meeting at a magazine publishers to discuss a big car shoot next week.
yes!
a car shoot next week: shock.

then checked into what i thought was ironic and funny: a 1* hotel in victoria.
just because i can.
unfortunately it wasn't photogenic: looked a lot like a 3* hotel but had a matress with springs just covered with a sheet.
nightmare.

caught a tube (shock) to oxford street and met jan.

went to the LCF elizebeth arden competition/exhibition that jan had a picture in.
the winning picture looked familiar.

erin o connor was there.
she looked familiar too.

many of the pictures didn't fullfill the brief (to advertise elizebeth arden 8 hour cream)
i decided that if i was going to do a picture for it, i'd have written 'ELIZEBETH' down the side of my cock and got myself excited...think about it...well, maybe not.

continued to drink with jan and his LCF student type friends.
tried to depress some about the state of the industry in an attempt to kill their enthusiasm: stopping the competition before it starts.

confused hilde by telling her the 'photograph' isn't as important to me as the experience of 'taking the photograph'.
didn't get drunk.

back to the spring bed.
asked for more blankets to wrap it in.
only got one.

missed the annie leibovitz show but did watch a fascinating doc on quantum mechanics: oooo.