A picturesque view from the monument of the sheer stupendous glory and sass that be edinburgh. I limped up 200 fucking stairs, so appreciate. They have a Cafe Nero just off the right in an alley, for those making a similar pilgrimage, and this one provides a magic card, that when stamped 9 times, manifests a free mug of coffee.
This species of fox does not enjoy posing in the wild, but I’m a fast hand at this photography stuff.
One is able to climb the mightily narrow staircases up to the top of this gothic sensation, and succumb to a panoramic view of the city. Better than haggis.
We stayed at Skin, the fab pink lustered model who graces the wanks of the rich and famous, due largely to her spread in Bizarre. I am still reverse jet lagged, so this view is basically what I saw every morning at 7am. The city is a darling, so finite, so utterly crossable! You can climb something high and see right where it gets eaten up by pasture on most every side. Not nibbled mind you, thoroughly consumed! I think perhaps 3 years of LA’s sprawl invites a sheer and gratifying pleasure beholding a modest city comfortable with its own proportions.
london st pancras station, waiting for my silver streak to Edinburgh. This trip incited a dear feeling in my cockles for the english sheep. They looked like tiny snowflakes, scattered by the shadow of the oncoming train.
Vex refuses to pose for me, so we decided to turn out digits into dinosaurs, and let them battle it out before the view out my window, in verdant Clapham Common. Mine was a carnevorous brontosoreass, thats a joke to remind myself that I’m vulgar and american despite my current living circumstances, ancestry, and accidental charm.
Paris is the city of ancient and obese doors that take two to open, and yes the Tower does in fact take your breath away the moment you see it. I see it first materialize out of mist above the heads of the barely clad models I’m shooting in the Place de Concorde, so its really a 2-fer.
We manage to generate a tail for this photographic comet, as upwards of 15 people begin to shamelessly follow us, shooting with whatever gizmos they have on hand. even attracted my first ever papparazzi, who clearly is the first to intuit the fame I have yet to achieve…
