Day 14: phone home

Phone box in a back garden, West London

Day 13: Hostage bear

I don't know why but when I saw this, I thought it looked like the bear had been taken hostage. Maybe I'm weird.

Day 12: indirect objects

Sometimes, things look better when you don't see them directly.

[Sunrise through our bathroom window]

Day 11: on the bus

The man behind me is clearly not in the Christmas spirit.

Day ten: people

People

Laurence King Publishing Spring 2014 catalogue cover

Day nine: UP

Sometimes, you have to look up.

Day eight: I hate Mondays

Just when you think Monday can't get any worse, it rains. 

Then you get stuck in traffic.

Day seven: look up

Lying on the sofa at my mother's house at 2am this morning, post Christmas-party and mid-clean up. 

Day six: Em's gems

Meet Emma. I met her tonight. I liked her gems.

Day five: lights

Studio day

Day four: Dino burger

Today, I watched a man pretend to feed his Bleecker St burger to a giant copper Steggosaurus.
True story.

Day three: fog

There's nothing Brits like talking about more than the weather. 

Foggy day in London.

Day two: meat

I'm so uncool it's taken me months to get to MEATLiquor. 

Punishment: post-meat-meat-sweats.

A year of thirty

Long time, no speak.

2013 has been a busy year for me - buying our first place, gutting and essentially rebuilding it, not to mention my day job being really, really quite demanding. Combined, it meant that something had to give and unfortunately that was the blog.

Yesterday, I turned 30. The big three-oh. Gulp. For the week leading up to it, I felt really strange. Like I needed to do something and a little idea started germinating in my head - I would bring back the blog but instead of thirty days, I will chronicle my year of thirty a day at a time starting from yesterday. My aim is to post a photo every day, whether its something I see, buy or what I'm wearing that day. Sometimes I'll write something, sometimes I won't.

I'll start with the (hungover) face of thirty: