Even a morning without clouds

I went up to Lanchashire for the weekend at the start of September, just as it was starting to get dark earlier, with the rain dripping down the windows and no desire to leave the house. We stayed inside with homemade bread, ginger beer and wine, scaring ourselves with talk of horror films and the future. The next morning, we walked through the drizzle and I took these pictures that I'd been thinking of ever since I found this new mackintosh in Paris the month before.

Whistle for flies

Issue 3 is out this week! I just dropped of a delivery to Wardour News, and copies are stocked in B Store, Charlotte Street News and Rococo News as well – more stockists coming very soon and it’ll be available to buy online over the next few days.

i-D's feature on H&C:

http://i-donline.com/2011/09/youre-hot-and-youre-cool/

Buy online and daily journal:

http://www.hotandcool.biz/

There it shall be

These are the pictures that I took for Hot&Cool issue 2, laying out clothes in the pebbly garden of my college house in Cambridge when I was meant to be revising. The sun came through the trees and gave it all a splash of light, which looks to me a bit like water rippling over them. I looked very odd photographing the outfits, climbing on ledges and seeming a bit like I hadn't realised that no one was wearing them. I'm happy with how they came out though - and Theo laid them out really nicely in print.

Water spilt on the ground

I took pictures for the May Week edition of the paper in Cambridge. Antonia, Maddy and I wandered around on Sunday morning, climbing trees, drinking milkshakes and making stupid jokes. All year I'd wanted to do a shoot along Mill Road, which is full of creaky houses and old pubs, plus the UK's first internet cafe! Here's my favourite shot, taken in the garden of that cafe, plus another of Antonia in my back garden. 

Neither warm nor cold

HOT & COOL ISSUE 2 OUT NOW.

Alice, Letty, Theo and I have been working on the magazine for the last few months, and it's finally in print and being distributed! It is stocked in Wardour News, Clare De Rouen books, bStore and Rococo News. More stockists to follow.

http://hotandcool.biz/ for preview inside the magazine and to buy online.

Cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease

Bambou came to visit me in London, a week before I got the train straight back over to Paris to visit her and Susy in the blazing sunlight of summer come early. In London we walked all over the city, took a taxi from the Palace, picked out our future furnishings in Liberty's, and ate a cooked breakfast on the terrace overlooking the Hyde Park lake. We drank coffees on Portobello Road, where we saw a man with a dog sitting on his shoulder as if it were a parrot, and Bambou got excited at being addressed as a 'lady'. In Paris we spent evenings at the canal and days drinking grenadine in the heat, wandered around yard sales in the sun and drank beers on benches, planning more pictures to take and picnics that we never had time for.

All her paths are peace

This is a collection of some of the images I've taken and styled over the last two years since I started this site. Going through it all felt like going through a huge box of photographs, and took longer than it should really have done, as each one set off thoughts of the past and of days to come.

He has broken down the middle wall of partition between us

These are few pictures from a series I took for the second issue of Hot & Cool - mine, Alice's and Letty's magazine - but my camera didn't work properly on the day and most of the pictures came out far too dark, so we ended up going with a different series. I do like some of the ones that did come out from this one though - Alice and I had been planning it for a long time, as we have so much matching clothing. It was really fun to shoot, on one of the first spring days of the year with the sun coming through the windows.

They have turned them away on the mountains

At the end of the Easter term we drove from Cambridge to Yorkshire - passing Godmanchester, Retford and Thirsk along the way - for a weekend of picnics in the wind and bottles of ale drunk beside the sea. We climbed over stiles and waded through expanses of heather, lost our way on the map, and retreated in the cold to pubs to read the papers and have endless debates that always seemed to escalate into argument, with all of us refusing to back down. On Sunday we drove to Whitby, happening to coincide with the biannual goth festival there, which was both horrifying and very funny. On the final evening we ate spaghetti and drank whisky in front of Withnail and I, which after the weekend of comically bad picnic weather and lost routes felt appropriate.