The opposite of my dress code: dress to depress.
1st year Dec arts trip to London- 50 students, 50 fanny packs and a lot of picture taking. It seems lamps have been getting my juices flowing as of late, the satisfaction of looking at a cluster of round objects together, whether an unwelcome gathering of zits or an array of coloured bowls, it’s all good.
After leaving my first sketchbook on the train, I decided to buy a cheap sketchbook, which I liked even more because it made me less precious about the page. I think Aldi toilet paper would have been more substantial than this, but none the less it never fails to bring back memories of skinny dipping and feeling each others nipples.