Paranoid Icecream

You might notice these shots are a bit weird. That's çause I dropped the camera (and the film) in Lake Rotorua. The first photo was taken seconds before I dropped it- I ran down the jetty to scare the seagulls and my camera jumped out of my pocket and into the lake! Bugger.

For those of you who don't know him, the man who is thinking strange thoughts is my boyfriend Toby Morris. He's an illustrator and a graphic designer and his favourite saying is "Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they aren't after you", which would be a perect title for this photo! His blog is pretty amazing (even if I am a bit biased), and his dedication to it is what inspired me to do this blog.

Raglan, NZ is where the bottom three photos were taken. It's town not too far from Hamilton, where I grew up. My friends and I would ditch English and go spend the afternoon hanging out on the beach . Ice-creams were a compulsory ritual on the drive home in Miffy's car Thelma. I used to smoke ciggys out the window. And then spray myself with Impulse so mum wouldn't smell it. As if she didn't.

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