Friday, June 4, 2010


Cripes, and I thought Feilding was a bit rough around the edges at times. These photos were taken four miles north of Dublin at Ballymum's towers, a run down housing comission.
The kids in these pictures often steal cars, charge around in them and then burn their conquests as a final farewell. Photographer Ross McDonnell was bold enough to step into their world producing these photographs. Depicting a seedy belly well known in the movies but rarely seen in real life there's a whole lotta adidas tracksuits, gold chains, stolen cars and illegitimate children.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


In my 24 years I have lived on orchards with piglets and pet cows, in suburbia with clipped lawns and garden gnomes, and innercity apartments with unrelenting buskers and an interesting array of flatmates. My favourite residence to date, was when I lived in the middle of a forest up north, when I was just a wee thing. The sound of rustling trees, nearby streams and adventure for Africa was unbeatable. Our house was old and wooden with cane furniture, tapestry and impressive bookshelves.

 Dad took me to a neighboring forest one day and showed me a spot where a man had been killed and buried. The ground was sawdusty and there was a large mound which us kids took turns jumping over. The thought of a corpse beneath the ground scared me witless and excited me terribly.  The guy had been a drug dealer and had been murdered when a deal went wrong. Years later, I found out the man who killed him went crazy from the guilt and fear and comitted suicide as well.

Growing up, my parents had friends with cottages down long and winding paths. I thought they were all a bit mad with their herbal tea, musty books and dried flowers hanging from the rafters. Now I realise they weren't mad, they had imagination. (The last two pics are from my parents friends house).

Given that I have little pride im my personal space right now (I'm living out of a suitcase and a half at my boyfriends house before departure and we have let the room get ridiculously messy) all I seem to want to look at is beautiful, lust worthy interiors. There is so much inspiration and the way one interprets a space can be an incredible example of inventiveness, personal style and history.

A room, or a house to call ones very own is a truly wonderful thing.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Tap your heels three times ...

So far I have one complaint about Londontown ... 90% of passer buyers are incredibly well attired inducing painful bouts of covetousness in yours truly.
I want I want I want.


I live in London!

After roughly 20 hours of transit, 2 of which were spent sitting on a runway in Moscow, I arrived ... sweaty ... smelly ... strangely greasy ... bloated from too much air food (which was well above average for a super budget airline, smoked salmon salad, yes please!) but well chuffed to be in LONDON!

It's only been a few days, it's rainy, my cameras are still hibernating at the bottom of my overweight luggage, but so far I have overindulged in tabbouleh and stuffed vine leaves at every opportunity ...

frequented some of my friends favorite local pubs ...

dominated navigating the tube and currently have taken residence Holloway Road ...

taken in a pleasant stroll of Little Venice down to Camden Lock ...

indulged in many a cool, refreshing pint ...

Monday, May 31, 2010

Readers list

I like picking my way through many a book at one time, depending on my mood. I have never been a book purist. At the moment I am looking into:

Haruki Murakami's What I talk about when I talk about running
A rather trusty version of Learn Japanese
Vitamin D: New Perspectives in drawing
Jim Goldberg's Raised by Wolves
Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary
And philosophy meets photo essay all in one: Andrew Zuckermann's Wisdom

Nom nom nom

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