Living Dead

Only Alive When I Pretend
That I Have Died

Pixie Jinx

Vanity + Fair

Hong Kong Garden

MK, Hong Kong

The most densely populated area on the planet.
Also a place where one is rather expected to break pro-quo

and dance/prance/do-fuck-all in the middle of the road.

In The 60's

A Pocket-Full Of Change

Hairband: Primark circa 2011
Lennon-Glasses: Camden Market circa 2011

Shirt: H&M circa 2007

Necklace: Accessorize circa 2011

Gloves: Oxford St. circa 2011
Skirt: Primark circa 2011
Boots: Cotton On circa 2010

Culture

The Products of Cultural Influence;

Further catalyzed by signs and symbols.

We are the lost children.

ΘΣ

This is the picture of my Theta Sigma (aka Fatty) as a young'n.
When I first got Fatty, he had been rejected from the group.
He was ill, tiny and exceedingly fragile.
So I took him and now, more than a year on, he's going strong.
I love my little Fatty McFaterson.
He's my kiddo.
With the great habit of falling asleep on my pillow.
So, animal rights? I am in full support of it.

You Shook Me Free, Mother Monster

I live life raw.

I live by the tongues.
I depict with structure and vision.
I live by the sword, I die by the sword.

She Said, She Said

She said,
"I know what it's like to be dead.
I know what it is to be sad"
I said,
"Who put all those things in your head?"

Trio

Triangular
And those nights triumphant;
Intentionally unaware of those Greeks bearing gifts.

Must You Betray Me With A Kiss

I learned love is like a brick -
You can build a house
Or sink a dead body.

Tongues Of Gold And Green

Hacker & MurphMeister
Rock & Roll Suicides

Starry-Eyed

Happy, Happy Intox.
Another night in the city of culture.

Under The Influence

When dancing is within the freedom of confidence,
And the bubbly is pouring down and down.
Sparkling past the conscious.

Drunks Words - Sober Thoughts.

God Save The Party

This is a tribute - Caro H.

This girl is pure fucking amazing.
She's there for me.
She understands me.
She knows how to have a bomb-diggity time.
And she knows how to party like a rock star.

This girl is the shizz.

Danger, Danger

Ever seen an old, unedited shot? Simple. Perhaps monochromatic? I'm returning to that. Everyone seems to be under this utter misconception that photography is about perfecting your photoshop skills and I have got say - it's such a load of shit.

Photography is about capturing a moment -
And immortalizing it.

Not standing still and looking pretty.

On My Way Home

Step into this: It's four in the morning. It has been another night out, an experimentation and experience of Hong Kong's dark side. Lan Kwai Fong had been packed with the glittering of intoxication as the masses danced against eachother, falling into the street.

However, the night has drawn it's closing curtains on you, so you turn away from the scene. It's a double-life. Another self. Someone more confident, concise. Everything you had done that night is left behind because you live far beyond, where nothing around you can remind you of every piece of brilliance and at times - shame.

All it takes is for the taxi to cross the harbour and travel onwards. There is truly no greater feeling than the one I get when I'm staring out of window on my way home. It's another night, time to return to life. You have had your break and as you stare out the window of the taxi, watching as the night sky becomes steadily more visible to the point that the stars are on full display, you know you have left it behind. In some ways, this has you feeling more free than the night has made you. And you know, for that split moment, you are truly okay.

Testing...1...2...

The Caterpillar

Close Your Eyes

It's 1975 - the hormonal war has just begun.

Under The Influence

Shisha. Hookah.

Hooker, prostitute, wench.

A Day At The Park

"There were a half a million people on the lawn
And we sang to their faces in the dawn
How long will that young race
Wait for the jailer's time to end?"

What Ever Could It Mean?

R.R. & R.R.

Casually getting it on with our inner emoticons.