I have some good photos to upload tomorrow. They’re currently elsewhere on someone else’s computer and I’m itching to get my hands on them and look at them with non-blurry eyes and a sober mind. I made it through a shoot on Sunday having been up all Saturday night at a party, and the results are fab. I should probably stay up all night before shoots more often. Ok, maybe not. I was freaking out a little in case nothing was sharp in the pictures cause I wasn’t exactly seeing too in-focus by that stage, but it all worked out nicely. D and I stayed after the shoot for some more rock’n'roll behaviour and eventually made it home at about 4 o’clock on Monday morning. There was ice on the street when we were walking home. It was pretty and sparkly. I slept really fucking well after all that, until about half past two in the afternoon.

I love taking photos of beautiful boys in make-up. It’s my favourite obsession right now. I met a very pretty friend-of-the-band on Sunday who I really hope I can get in front of the camera again. He’s delicious (Cameron, if you’re reading this, you’re pretty and delicious and thanks for the cigarettes!).

Totally unrelated to photography and beautiful boys, but why does black nail polish always go thick and gloopy faster than other colours? I want to know!