Thursday 12 November 2009

The Photographer Photographed

First of all there was the Mean Face.

Now I can’t stop taking pictures of myself in mirrors (or windows if I'm feeling especially arty).

Why? I really don’t know. It’s not as though any of them are particularly flattering. But it’ll be useful evidence to prove that I really was here.


  1. Really there - and not a vampire. I think that is important to note.

  2. The last one is a bit scary- I don't like that you apparently have a shop front for a midriff.

    I am having nesquik and brioche for my gouter. It is very good; you would appreciate it