totally rad maddy ford

Mr. Dot, being a rather type A personality, gets up at 6:00 even on the weekends. Usually he wakes me around 7:30 with a cup of tea (before you get all 'aww, how sweet', it's usually accompanied by 'Get up, Jill, we've got to get to blah blah blah & are leaving in 20 minutes.' It's like being on perpetual tour).

Well this morning he also said 'you've been getting a ton of visitors, too many for a Saturday morning.'

Good old sitemeter: (any bloggers that don't have it: it's totally addicting, you can find out where people are coming from to your blog). Turns out people were googling my post on Maddy Ford, who I met in December. It was actually Mr. Dot who found her outside Green & Stone on the King's Road (he had asked me to pick out coloured pencils for him, and, being type A, was already out the door while I was paying, and he found her & thought she'd be great for my Great Motel Rocks Challenge).

And she was. You can read the original post by clicking here. (The title comes from one of my favourite bloggers on the planet: Christi, in California,of thats so rad - fabulous photographer & photo-artist and all round totally rad human being).

I really liked Maddy: she had just moved to London from the country, and we had such a great honest chat & fun shoot. She struck me as a generous spirit, a gentle soul. Even a bit vulnerable, but then again, she had just moved to a big city. I meant to stay in touch with her, but then it was Christmas, and we went away..

So now I'm reading all this alleged stuff about Peter Andre (who also seems so nice: happy birthday, Peter!) & I couldn't give a toss about celebrity gossip - my own life is interesting enough, thank you, and it's none of my business - but I just want to go on record as saying: she's got my support.

Men: can't live with 'em, can't kill them. And they wake you up too early. But they can be so damn cute sometimes, don't you think?

rad plaid, revisited

On Day Two of LFW, Saturday, it was sunny & hot, so hot the poor fashionistas @ Somerset House were melting in their leather & fur. After shooting approx. 600 shots, and severely dehydrating, I made a plan with Mr. Dot to meet him (and, our friends' dog, Jackson, while they were in Sicily) @ the Park, for one last glorious swim in the Serpentine (I ended up getting there too late: the clouds had gathered, and I stood there in swimsuit, wrapped in my towel, toe in the water, trying to will myself, but ultimately chickening out).

On the way to the tube, I'd passed this couple in Covent Garden, and took the one quick shot without stopping. I didn't realise til now, she's actually got her wet look leggings on, poor thing. Still, love the look of these two: they are so cool, even in that heat. And the Doc Martin action going on in the upper left corner is worthy of its own shot. In my humble opinion.

Thank you to the Photodiarist, who, thru a quote in a comment, has introduced me to a very cool blogger: Christa, of thatsorad. That's so rad. An expression I have already been borrowing. No, stealing. One can't return an expression, it's stealing, plain and simple.