Just woke up in my own bed. Air smelling of summer and Black’s YSL Opium. Same reflections of the pool dancing in the dusty ceiling and same sense of lonlieness, but then I turn and I see Black sleeping. Mouth open and Aloysious clutched in her arms.

We get up and find my Mexican gardener dancing around on the lawn, listening to Bowie’s Changes and singing (screaming) along. Maybe my happiness is contagious.

Anyway, now we're of to get Blacks stuff. Cause yesterday we decided that she should move in with me and throw some life in this ghost house.
I'm looking forward to meeting her mother again. She's a lady who’s dressed in these sort of diamanté jeans Victoria Beckham would love… doesn’t that say it all?

Tonite black has convinced me to accept the inivitation to some "cool" party where the DJ apparently has DJ:d for Queen Victoria (not the Beckam one, but the one of the house of Windsor). Perhaps we can hope for some Pomp and Circumstance for Aloysious?

Talk soon!


  1. what's behind those sunglasses?

  2. Good for u!! Have fun tonight!

  3. kinda looks like I have a fake nose../Black

  4. ..I mean in a clown aspect of fake..yeyeee love you //Black

  5. great blog, and stunning photos!
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  6. Love your blog - it is very different to say the least. The pictures are fabulous and almost editorially surreal, and the writing comes in at a different angle than I am used to if that makes sense. It's just awesome altogether!

    I hope that if you have time you will stop by my site, The Internet Garbage and leave some feedback! We are just getting our feet off the ground and would love to see you around!

    Much love,
    The Internet Garbage

  7. Soooo beautiful blog! I have to stare at your pictures again and again!!