I’ve got a guest staying with me for an indefinite amount of time. My eyes burn from lack of sleep (ten hours in two days) and my body aches from dancing and drinking to a myriad of musical delights (from Peaches to Britney) at Boogaloo last night. I’m fascinated by the size of Dolly Rockets breasts and forever jealous of Boogaloo Stu’s innovative dress sense (see below).

Despite having approximately 3-4 hours sleep last night, the three of us waddled off to the studio this morning where I intended to do some work for my project (it didn’t happen). Instead I shot four rolls of 120 film that I fear will be completely over-exposed, ill composed and a waste of time and money. Let’s just say that I am less than confident with medium format cameras, as well as studio photographs (everything is so… limited.) After shooting the film we decided to have some fun and I got some rather nice shots of both Brighton Boy and Jenna, and .. well, maybe some of me. It was all good fun. Enjoy!

Experiments in light (positive)

Lamb at the Corn Exchange, Brighton, 9^th February, 2004.

It’s my birthday

• two jumpers.
• six cds: ella fitzgerald, billie holiday, ike and tina turner, gloria gaynor, joni mitchell & aphex twin.
• three dvds: björk’s vespertine live at the royal opera house & inside björk, plus the hours.
• two books: ten thousand sorrows & out of the dark.
• new black bag
• two pairs of shoes (flatmates bought me a pair! and some from mama).
• damien rice ticket (21st feb - thanks occy!)
• lamb ticket (monday - thanks b. boy)
• new hat and a “bird of paradise” flower! (thanks sophie and camilla)

Always time for more!

Huge thanks to photoblogs.org for the feature (although it’s killing my bandwidth!) One of my flatmates baked me a giant chocolate cake in the shape of a huge penis, complete with white icing drizzles around the tip. Beautiful. It was rather funny to see hoardes of people gobbling down bits of big, sweet black cock for my birthday. Celebrating in style, I say.

Friday

Photographing with Brighton Boy at The Perfume Garden thanks to Real Brighton (guestlist, plenty of free drinks), dancing, chatting to strangers, ecstacy, a free drink here & there, lights up & time to go, chillout house party in a beautiful high-ceiled house (thanks Doug), a tab of acid & some weed, oh, a bottle of wine, Brighton Boy and I rolling around on a sofa giggling next to a butch (but camp) skinhead with facial piercings, bedtime at 10amish, triptriptripping.

Saturday

The come down (feeling soso down), tiredness, illness (carrying over from throughout the week), waking up in the middle of the afternoon, sweating profusely, horny, Big Fish (missed it, fell asleep), Essex Night begins (dress to impress, so make sure you wear less), tarts in short skirts, big tits, lambrini and stellas, dressing up as a woman (see below). In a word: crazy.

Sunday

Budget food shopping (£7), extreme feeling of illness, messy, vacuuming, Björk’s Bachelorette. Sleep. (No photographic evidence available.)