Occtastical

Me and Stephen went to check out a fabulous house in North London with Melissa for a shoot later in the month. It was early, hence we had the grumps and clutched coffees like they were estonian life-vests. We realized pretty soon that these people actually LIVe in this house as well as rent it out for shoots, hiding their personal belongings away in little pokey cupboards and fold away chests. I dunno if I could do it, but rates of 1500 a day could go some way to persuade me I'm sure.

Later on I went to see Rupert Maliphant at the London Coliseum. I hate to say I slept through most. In fact the entire experience left me cold- I even skipped the usual post show drink with Amy and Stephen to mope home on the train still entrapped in bleary postshow haze. I'm all for contemporary dance but jesus christ- shouldn't some element of it be entertaining, or engrossing or even just accessible? This was repetitive and bored me to tears, the only shining light being the last piece in the first act, of which I saw little through the by then REM depth stupor I found myself under. Too little too late Mr Elephant.

Here is a little e-flyer I made for Robs final concert later this month. I would have kept going on it and figured out a way to make the text fit better but Robert is a mean lean self-promoting machine and demanded the final draft, and he was happy so that was that.