No, not the name of the winning dish in a Masterchef final, but rather my growing obsession with endlessly photographing lovely dead crap. There is a new market stall at the end of our road selling flowers on Saturdays and Sundays for pretty bargainous prices and I just can't resist when I walk by. I … Continue reading Cabbage flower, deconstructed
lovely dead crap
Lovely dead crap
It's possible I've become a little bit too obsessed with dying flowers. My housework abilities are a little on the lax side (I say, with some element of understatement) so it is pretty much guaranteed that if I have flowers in my house at any point, I will spend a good fortnight with dying flowers … Continue reading Lovely dead crap
Wolves in London 