Oh where to begin…and none of it is nearly as salacious as the title suggests, sorry!
About a week ago I met with the business partner of a guy I used to work for years ago. I started a 4 week contract this past Monday…like riding a bicycle I tell ya. Good to work with this guy again though, and the agency seems to have some really good people. Some smart young’ens and others with a heap of industry miles under their belts – interesting mix and a pretty good vibe interjected by random amusing outbursts.
So since the last time I worked with Mr T [as we will call him] a few things have changed – I am a little bit wiser, alot calmer [anyone who met me recently is wondering how on earth I could have been any more tightly wound, most that have known me for yonks are probably snickering knowing that I was a much bigger stress head for a really long time], considerably more fit, and just about as direct as I ever have been – although a bit better at filtering these days [sometimes]!
Anyway, today was beautiful – clear, sunny and not even crisp in the sun, and since we have just had to put a second blanket on the bed, much needed. I went out to get a quick sandwich for lunch and couldn’t bear to go back to my computer without absorbing some vitamin D first. Stuck my head into the Vinnies, grabbed a couple of magazines for 50 cents each and parked myself in a sunny patch on the grass.
Since food and design are my version of porn, here are my version of dirty magazines – vintage Vogue Entertaining – complete with 80’s styling. Sort of like the old 60’s Playboy’s hidden in the bathroom cupboard of a schoolmate’s grandfather’s house…not as much glitz, glamour and exposed skin but definitely provocative…and the articles are great…
And as for the sandwich – pumpkin and chickpea patty with baba ganoush and roquette on sourdough. Gorgeous.
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