db nein
the man in the hotel carpark i had parked next to last night wasn't amused when i asked him if he'd like to swop, as i was getting into the mini-peroumobile and he was getting into his black, blacked out DB9 this morning.
drove to shoreditch, the old stomping ground, in the rain.
noticed someone has replaced all the old windows on my old warehouse block and built another storey on top of it.
sent mrs.perou a picture.
she replied, 'it was better with the old windows'
bought new underwear and a shirt from american apparel and changed in the car.
to shoreditch house where, nestled into a corner, i enjoyed a delicious full english (comfort) breakfast before a meeting to discuss another underwater shoot we've got coming up in july.
lunch with special-agent kate.
RTF imagining the blacked-out, black mini-peroumobile was a black, blacked out DB9.
there are now just 56 images of me here, in 'the other side' gallery.
i feel pretty stupid: on reflection 499 pictures of me (more images than any other gallery has) WAS unnecessary and i can see why someone might think i am a megalomaniac who cares more about himself than his work.
it's too late for that last job i missed, painfully.
but hopefully future clients might not be confused in this way.
and one day i'll own a black DB9 nissan GTR.
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