Friday, 1 March 2013


Moody. Not moody like a security guard at a regional discotheque with a steroid disorder and a fatally unrequited love for the slutty but sweet-hearted barmaid. More moody like a book publisher in a 90s film returning late one night to their empty but unrealistically plush minimalist abode as curtains flutter in slo-mo and all they have in their overlit fridge is champagne and a single red rose

1 comment:

  1. The images from inside were so financial much fun to capture even without my tripod as they were not allowed.