Had an awesome weekend but no good pictures to prove it. Damn. And I call myself a photographer. Tired of getting shitfaced too many nights in a row, need to be doing something productive. Uni is getting intense... like, now. Anyway these are the snaps I managed to get, out of a roll of 24 literally like 6 pictures came out.
On the way to the Polaroid exhibition @ the Pumphouse Gallery in Battersea Park with Vicki and Iris:


Foxy Roxy post-exhibition drinks at Catch. I love this girl!

London is beautiful in all the grit and grime and cabs that splash puddles all over your plimsoles.

@ Glengall Fever. Iris' birthday. If you have a cheap flash it usually will not sync with your camera and so you'll have to borrow another hotshoe flash. Damnit. This is one of the only pictures I got. I think I ripped the film. I love back garden fires!

Iris' phone is either in there or will be in the hours following when this picture was taken.

Et voila! Will have better stuff soon, promise. Tomorrow we're doing colour printing.. ooh ! I love it when we learn useful things. Will be exciting.