Strangers: Married Man

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

I watched a man over the tops of the train seat, my view cluttered with a woman's fiery frizzed hair and offbeat upholstered patterns.

He twisted with torment at a tarnished gold wedding band, screwing it on his finger with an angered contempt that could only mean one thing: he'd been married for a while.
Pursing his lips, the balding business man pushed his hands together upright and burrowed his face deep inside, spluttering loud expletives that whatever god he was praying to would punish him for later.
There he was, with his lazily buttoned shirt and half done tie, screaming at the wrong person, begging to an audience of bleary eyed commuters on the 8:15am train into the city.

I'd badger people constantly that I wasn't in love, that I didn't wake up with the taste of somebodies name twirling on my tongue, but watching this man through the loop holes of hand rails spilled a grateful tonic over my love-lusting, happy and scared to death simultaneously that one day I could end up like him. So angry and passionate, furiously out of hope trying to persuade another level, another fate, to change them.
But he must've still loved her enough for it to effect him in such an audible manner.

I pinched myself for romantisicing it, for all I knew his wife could've been a manipulative whore who had slept with his brother and run off with all of his money. But instead, much like every other teenager, I'd been lulled and indoctrinated with a quixotic and quaint fantasy that spitting someones name through gritted teeth was just as poetic as singing it.

We catch glances momentarily and I cower in my seat unsure as to whether or not a sympathetic smile would print callous instead of kind.
Eyes flicking back to the coils on his fingertips I take my moment and jump off at the next stop.
As the train pulls away I make a closed mouth smile through the glass and slowly he nods his head.

I bloody hate Mondays, but probably not as much as he did today.

Dunja Opalko - Local Wolves

Monday, 20 January 2014

This weekend I got to shoot with the incredibly talented Dunja Opalko for a feature in Local Wolves magazine. After hours of running around in the cold through Chelsea, we managed to snap some pretty cool pictures. I feel like sharing these are totally self indulgent and I apologise in advance for the overload of my face! I want to extend a huge thank you to the brilliant Dunja, the lovely people at Local Wolves magazine and American Apparel, Topshop and for giving me some great pieces to work with. This is a small preview of what will come out in February with Local Wolves!

Dancing in the Moonlight - Toploader

Monday, 13 January 2014

This song makes me feel as though I'm six years old again running around my parents first home in my pants during the hottest summer on record being chased by my grandfather about to go in for strawberry jelly and giant wedges of orange.
Hopefully it'll cheer up your Monday too. 

The Good Life Eatery

Sunday, 12 January 2014

Dr Jackson's Detox Tea

Monday, 6 January 2014


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