A Place to Live, A Place to Thrive

I need to move again. Can anyone help? The flat I'm living in now is fine, but vaguely tainted by bad flatmates and bad vibes. I need somewhere lived-in. A space respected for being more than student digs. Some walls with an old picture or two. Preferably, a little bit San Francisco, a little bit Parisienne, a little bit Park Slope, Brooklyn. And of course, centrally located somewhere in Oxford.



Townes Van Zandt's kitchen (which looks strangely like my father's)

Really, all I want is some good community: a kitchen with one of those big long unstained wooden tables you get in European households, where everyone just sits around sipping tisane...

Hula

This was a shoot I did with the lovely artist Lucy Barlow (www.lucybarlow.net). The moves were hers. The camera was mine.

Did I Ever

Ginger Rogers sang this in 1933:

'Did you ever see a dream walking?
Well I did.
Did you ever see a dream talking?
Well I did.
Did you ever have a dream thrill you
With "Will You Be Mine?"
Well, it's so grand
And it's too, too divine.

Did you ever see a dream dancing?
Well I did.
Did you ever see a dream romancing?
Well I did.

Did you ever hold heaven right in you arms,
Saying, "I love you, please do?"

Well that dream was walking,
That dream was talking,
And that heaven in my arms was you...'

Gelato and Pastries

The mellow drapery of her blouse caught his eye. He looked. She saw him look. Then months, seasons passed, and never could they quite manage to recreate the moment fully--but, god, how they tried.

Then, one day, she cuffed him gently across the chin and, in that moment, they saw each other again, for the first time.

Bergman on Women

Head Space

Hockney Mood

I love David Hockney. Even when he's moody.