Wednesday 29 February 2012: Fire
I have no idea if this image is sharp or in the least bit in focus. I have had pupil dilating drops put in my poor sick eyes today and the world is looking very fuzzy. Which might be why I was looking quite so intensely at today's model. I thought for just a quick moment that he was a bearded lady..
He wanted me to know that I was the spit of his poor dead girlfriend. There was a very cryptic story about playing games in front of the mirror. 'You know he said.' I didn't and I didn't ask him to clarify. I feel quite sure I didn't want to know.
After I finally managed to say goodbye he serenaded me with a pretty decent rendition of Jimi Hendrix's (let me stand next to your) Fire. Still singing it now.