As the rain and the snow come down from heaven

The film Vice made a few weeks ago about mine, Letty's and Alice's blogs and magazine is out now -

Whether we are awake or asleep, we may live together

For this week's spread in the paper we shot Becky and Shenyue in the beautiful afternoon light and on cold winding staircases around college. I wanted them to mess around, pulling faces and balancing precariously on the river in a punt. Jess and I pooled our clothes together for it, matching tartan prints and sheer dresses together. It was a lot of fun, despite the fact that I'd had very little sleep the night before and was not feeling in the best state, with my hands shivering over the camera shutter and wind blowing through my dress.

I lift up my eyes to the hills

A team from Vice Style came over to Alice's house a few weeks ago to make a film about our blogs and magazine. It was strange being filmed in the garden, walking through the market, trying on clothes, and taking photographs - doing what we always do, but with an entire crew catching it all. It was definitely easier to do the interview for the camera with the three of us talking together, and aside from that we spent the time stroking a cat, sliding down slides, trying on animal-themed hats, and eating pizza. The film should be out soon, and then we're going to use the money from this to fund our next issue of Hot and Cool this winter.

In the day of prosperity be joyful

I've been editing the fashion section of the weekly publication, Varsity, here in Cambridge this term, together with Jess and Pete. Now I walk to my college early on Friday mornings to pick up the just-printed paper copy, which are distributed all around the university. I love the newsprint quality of the pictures, and still get excited when I see people in the streets looking at my photographs.

I took these pictures on an incredibly bright, warm day up on the sports fields in Cambridge, after a lot of careful outfit planning and organisation in getting all of the models together for the afternoon. I'd been wanting to do a sports-themed shoot for a long time, so it felt really good to finally be transferring it from my head to a reality.

It was very funny to walk through the town with the five girls all dressed in matching socks and high-waisted shorts, and we attracted a lot of attention. Every time I looked through the lens at the girls I laughed, and we made jokes and messed around all afternoon while I took the pictures, which was exactly as I wanted it. We had to climb over the wall to get to the pool, which made it all even more silly than when we managed to persuade the Cambridge lacrosse team to pose around Emma and Zara, and we were all still laughing as it started to get cold and we walked back to pack up the clothes and go for milkshakes together.

A song of ascents

At the end of the summer Arturo and I took a spur-of-the-moment ten hour coach journey to Betws y Coed in North Wales, where we swam in lakes and rivers every day and went for long walks, always mis-judging our route back and ending up far too far out. One day we climbed over Mount Snowdon, stopping at the top to drink the fizzy wine they were selling, and then had to stumble down the other side, chasing sheep along the way, before it got too dark. We ate a cooked breakfast every morning, tried ales in countryside pubs, and spent our evenings watching re-runs of James Bond films on tv.

And they shall lift you up in their hands

Jumping into the lake at Ardeche gave me just a few seconds to wonder at how bright the sun on the lake was and how cold the water would be before I broke the surface. We jumped until it was too cold to carry on, and then went back to sit by the fire and try to shake the water out of our ears.

We see indistinctly, as in a mirror

Halfway through the summer we hitchhiked across France to Ardeche, where we stayed in the middle of fields full of wild thyme, ate peaches every day, and fell asleep in the afternoons. One day we travelled to a huge lake surrounded by towering rocks, where jumping from the greatest height became a competitive sport, avoided only by floating in the lake upon impact for the longest possible amount of time.

Then He put His hands on his eyes again and made him look up

These are a combination of mine and Arturo's pictures from the end of the summer term in Cambridge, and the start of the summer in Versailles. We shared a camera most of the time, so they're all mixed together on the negative strips that we got back. These were taken on sunny days before formal dinners (the Cambridge Conservative society posing for a picture on the lawn outside of my window), when we climbed on college roofs, jumped into the deserted Emmanuel pool, and rescued abandoned bikes. In Versailles we cycled through the gardens with Morgan and Fabien, squinting at the sun, staring down the endless avenues, and drinking little cups of orange juice at the end of the day.