Nothing like seeing real clothes-horses wearing millinery finery at the UK’s Aintree Races… There’s something quite sardonic about these photos. See more at The Guardian.
It started last Friday. The white stuff. A few flakes here and there while I walked to work…
By lunchtime, Spa Fields, the park behind the studio was covered, so Rosie and I went frolicking.
Funnily enough, when it snowed last year Thom and I went to the Barbican to see a film. Same again in 2013!
The next day I went to Jen’s place in Hackney Wick for breakfast. Everything was icy and cold. I slipped along the canal (spot the Olympic Stadium in the background), praying that I wouldn’t hit any black ice. The smell of wood-fires burning in the bellies of the canal boats filled the air.
Saturday night saw Thom and I head to Oxfordshire (emphasis on shire) for the weekend, where we basically spent the weekend hanging out with ponies and puppies, and having snowball fights. Best time ever, although I did get bitten on the hand by an overly enthusiastic Blue, when I was trying to give him Polo mints.
Not pictured – the biggest drooliest dog you might ever meet. Happy days, but looking forward to getting back to the South Pacific next week.
Julian Wolkenstein is a London based photographer who took these very droll pictures of horses, primped and preened with buckets of hair extensions. It’s a beautifully simple idea, well executed. The F Stop has an interview with Julian that explores his process deeply and he has some good tips for aspiring photographers. Or you can just giggle at Misty, Florence and… Bob?