'Daddy said

If I get a part-time job I won't be around to go shooting on Saturdays, so he'd rather just pay me.'

On my ipod escapism was the highest played song

My life was kinda worked out, knew what I was talkin about.

Took the words of wisdom from a chick to prove me wrong

Now God didn't send me a fling, he sent me a journey.

At every stop she challenged the things which I thought concerned me

like how much I love music

and what I'd do for freedom

and why I act differently towards certain people when I see them.

Bruv, I grew faster than ever before.

And as life moved, so did we

yer, we had different paths so eye to eye we didn't see.

first time in years I accepted to disagree

staying comfy being me and walking with what I believe.

Shakka

Cunt-tree lyf

'I went home for the weekend and my dad had left this on my desk opened on the right page.'

11:11 on 11.11.11

I've had such a hilarious week. I've been so busy and stressed out but still end up having so much fun.

Last night was a fine example:

Shoreditch House for drinks with Soli, Marco, ect.

Slam Poetry gig at Villain with Arun, Nari, Bianca ect.

Hoxton Bar and Grill for Soli's DJ set.

Taxi to Public with Arun, Bart Hendriks and Marco Gentile.

Laughed at the Made In Chelsea people.

Taxi to Maroush --> Lebanese feast at 2am.

'I just think on a higher level'

'Did you know I shot in Beirut three times?'

'It's so bright I need sunglasses.'

Hospitals// Heart Problems// Halloween

So I finally got my blood test and ECG for my heart, waiting on results..

hope i'm not dying.

Halloween was a laugh.

Net-A-Porter party & Because We Can Hip Hop night.

House Parties

seem to always prove themselves as the best parties.

The ones that stay most prominent in my memory are a variety in Washington DC and Milo's 18th Jamaican themed birthday. Since then I have found my favourite kind of party severely lacking,

until saturday night that is.

Maria and Andy threw a join-21st-birthday-house-warming-party in Kingston.

I arrived at 7 to 'help out' but ended up just being frozen in her room and eating food from the chippy. At 9:30 we cracked on, the house was carpeted in cardboard (with phallic duck-tape aesthetics) and the girls in her room were drinking bottles of wine through straws.

By 5am there were still about a hundred people, broken glass everywhere, karaoke had been going full blast since 12, we had smashed Maria' door down and there were people in every room either having sex or being sick, or maybe both.

I ended up going home with two friends who lived near by and sleeping in a studio, being woken up at 8 by their mother who was going to Istanbul.

Milo and LANDON joined us for an incredible fry up at 12, followed far too quickly by a trampolining session in the sunshine.

sleeping in my pjs on the tube with Milo at 3 and sporadically laughing at memories from the night before.

Milo is now also 21 and we threw him a lovely dinner-party at Mango Room in Camden, with a speech from almost everyone.

It was a great weekend.

I have far far too much hair

Ozon Magazine, Greece