KING OF THE CASTLE

As the weather in London changes, so does my inspiration. This past weekend was a series of lazy afternoons in the garden while Nan planted her new flowers. The usual sirens going by were almost matched by the familiar tinkling tune of the ice-cream van and children yelling "I'm the King of the Castle" in the park behind my house.

And so I find myself saving images of breakfasts of berries covered in mountains of maple syrup, milk bottles filled with fresh flowers, black and white pictures sixties starlets in lace white dresses and tiny scalloped bikinis.

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MI MADRE

Last week was Mother's Day in Australia... And although I'm living so far away from my madre now, she still continues to support every single thing I do. A day to say thanks for all the magazine packages, the endless crackly phone calls while I run along Oxford Street to work in the morning and most of all, letting me know you are there whenever I need you.

Photo taken by me (aged five) in India. Confirms that my mother is an absolute babe.