So I bought myself this camera - Yashica A - off bid or buy. (totally new age, blogging about an online purchase) I didn't know what to do with it exactly. Got the guys at ORMS to put in some film - and been playing around a bit. Here are some of the shots from my first 'spool'. Happy. new toy. Happy. REally really happy. So happy in fact, thinking of running away and becoming a wild roaming photog! I'll wear bandana's and bum around South America. awesome.
Friday eve was the meeting of several great events - 2 years of 'book'club (Cliterature - Copyrighted - we thought of it first - not CLEO magazine. Ahem, Angela. If this was the states I think we could possibly sue them for bastardizing our cherished name like that. Have they no shame?) - Christmas - Friday night. Being in a book club has been 'amazing' (hate that word - but feels appropriate for a change) Once a month, no excuses, no penis, lots of wine, food and penis/fart talk. It's been the crutch that has gotten me through several bad stressful weeks at work, saved me thousands in therapy bills and made me feel more like a woman than ever. (cue music)
De Waal Park - or rather puppy park, is a place of epic contradiction. If you happen to walk along there after 5pm, it's filled with pedigree 'town dogs'. Like westies and scottie dogs. (Like the dogs on th whiskey bottle) All frolicking and playing catch with a ball mumsie bought at Harrods. They live a life of luxury, filled with woolies chicken for lunch and afternoon naps. But as soon as night falls, and all the dogs are at home asleep in their designer doggie beds - the park is filled with homeless types. Crazy that most of the dogs in the park live better, than most of the people in the park. So it goes.