Today, I ventured into my first afro-caribbean barber shop, since that's the only option in my locale.. I swear the guy charged me an extra £1 for my lack of melanin, but it's all love, despite him trying to shape up the front of my hair.. And when I left the place, I was looking a bit Tim Westwood(ish) with the spiked fringe with gel in.. But I washed that out and employed this queer pose (for my friend Joshua)..
..Yeah, you can't see the full extent of the trim, but I want to leave some mystique for when I encounter my fanbase en-road..
Anyway, I was supposed to be doing a shoot with my friend, but she had to cancel, so I fast-forwarded my evening to my latter engagement and met Nadira & Kesi at the Tate Modern... I do spend alot of my time here, you think I'd be more cultured..
More questions about how the crack was built ensued.
The female persuasion defaced a few postcards needlessly..
"Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin toooo"
The non-mechanised kind..
Then, after much deliberation we decided to check for the annual Leicester Square Fun Fair...
Saturday, 8 December 2007
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2 comments:
u look good in that pic =x
lmao at the hair cut incident . . .
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