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Meadham Kirchhoff S/S 2013 Illustration for my girl @ScratchMag 

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If Granny had style, Meadham Kirchhoff S/S 13.

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Christian Dior S/S/13

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The Great manipulators. My three cosmic brothers printed onto hand dyed fabric, with some glass and metal bits.

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The language of things. Photographs that I shot and styled for a past exhibition. 

Final wrappings and card alternative for the Paperclip project.  

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The Importance of things.

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The importance of things

Some more photographs I shot this weekend for the Walcot Project, based on our metaphysical relationships with that which we cannot see but feel. Key words, ephemeral, spiritual, cosmic.

Come down to the Walcot Chapel in Bath next week to see my stuff!

The importance of things. Worth very little in material terms but weighing very heavy in my hands and in my heart, this is a small collection of things I will never relieve myself of in any effort to become a little lighter. Many things add value, but I strongly believe it is sentiment that endures. How can we redefine the importance of sentimental emotion, born from religious and secular symbolism, in an age of manipulation, branding, mass production and relentless consumerism? I’m thinking that luxury as a ‘synthetic alternative’ is not the only option but I’ll let you know on Thursday when I’m brain dead but have written 3,500 words on the topic.

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The Importance of things.

Having fun playing with these photographs of Cara in the snow, lucky to have the most beautiful creature in the world as a best friend.

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Illustrations for sale @ The Shop Gallery, Falmouth

Devon and Bath  2011

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Silk Habotai print and collage. 

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Print for a new project for Sofa.com. Key words Odd, rich and ephemeral. All very good words. 

Tonight I visited my grandparents home. We ate salty mash (She doesn’t concentrate much when cooking these days) and I spent an hour rediscovering all the things I remember so vividly as a child. The sounds of my nails on the panelled walls as I climbed the stairs to bed, watching myself drinking hot milk at the dresser and the way the china slid around on the lacquered wood.