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greatest london waste
shot in the dark and you're to blame, darlin' you give love a bad name
the opposite of 'night for day'
we continue at the bunker: making things perfect.
mick showed me how to fill the imperfections on the cove with a polyester mastic.
ben and james came to correct a slightly 'out' line from the cantilevered sons' den which overhangs the makeup area.
now we have to consider if we'll smash off the mirrors that drop 3cm left to right across a 5.5m span
all good photographers are perfectionists: it's the attention to detail that we are trained to notice which others do not.
being so aware of minutia all the time is SUCH a chore at (all) times.
maria painted things white.
i painted the front door dark grey and put a fine door knocker upon it.
a young(er) photographer came to the bunker to discuss hiring studio 2 tomorrow but disappointingly, after exhaustive negotiations his crew decided to shoot on location.
felt bad hoping it rains tomorrow.
if it was me shooting, it would.
took maria and met cousin james at the bishopsgate institute for a high-brow 'magic lantern' talk in the library with libby hall, who was/is a collector of old photographs of dogs.
the talk was curated by the head librarian: a jolly, matt-lucas-with-hair fellow.
a strange audience
i enjoyed the talk but would like to have seen more photographs...depsite being unable to sit still in quiet, dark rooms.
the urge to sleep was over-whelming
RTB to photograph the exterior by night.