Posts tagged: photography
Mechanical auto-mo’s are all the rave. Just ask hotsy-totsy 1920’s manic pixie dream girl Delilah Strangé. Hers is small enough to fit inside a big purse. Careful not to bother all those men on the road, Delilah. Wheee!
Bill Cosby and Sammy Davis Jr. stir quietly as Dean Martin extols the virtues of “black pussy” in his hotel suite. Dean Martin not pictured, probably.
Hi. We spoke on Craigslist? You said you had a camera for sale with a telephoto len— oh … and there it is.
What was it Billy Ocean always used to say in the 80’s? “Hi, I’m Billy Ocean. I bet when I get slightly older and graying I grow big ass Predator dreadlocks.”
I might just be having too much fun doing these.
Right then. Ya rooms up the ole apples ‘n pears last door on the left. Bathroom across the hall, fully equipped – bog roll, the whole lot of it. We tuck in for breakfast 8 AM straightaway so if ya knackered best have a kip. And there’s a mixer tomorrow in the den – a little late eve’ entertainment - courtesy this lovely rod in my hand.
Nope, other hand.