Pictures from the Swarovski event on Thursday. Danced till I could barely stand up straight, ate blueberries until I started to feel like Violet Beauregarde from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, drank cava curtesy of other people and practiced small talk like my life depended upon it. Another amazing evening in other words, even though yesterday morning with all work and no play was less than ideal.
I would have preferred to stay in bed until at least 11am, but you cannot always get everything the way you want it. I am currently writing an essay on the history of the portrait in photography, and it’s development as an artistic medium since the very beginning. Fascinating, but heavy; to select which elements to focus on is a tiresome process.
I have a week left until deadline though, so there’s still some time to polish and make perfect.
