A little extra imagery from our UK days. Luckily just before the volcano of death.
Piccadilly Circus was neither a circus nor a peccadillo, but it is in the center of it all.
Deanna marvelled at the lack of people on this particular night.
No matter how cold it is in London, girls will have 105% of their legs showing. (That is 100% leg and 5% ass check or crotch.) These girls were rare in that they had coats to keep their upper body a bit warmer. Many are just out in almost nothing, and on a windy night - you can see the sacrifices made for fashion.
Vader v. Yoda along the River Thames.
This is some random chain restaurant in London, but EAT is also my initials, so Deanna insisted that she get a photo.
Grants face update: Still lookin' good. (Also, that Phil Frost mural has been there in good condition for soooooo long!)
"Lick out my toe-jam you bald bitch." Being worshiped has it's privileges.
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How to interpret this photograph in the most literal way: "Ed Templeton in England"
How to interpret this photo in a non-traditional way: "Deanna hates all the corporate imagery that invades every facet of our lives."
One of those awesome things that happens in big cities, we ran into our pal from LA,
D.V. Devincentis at the National Portrait Gallery, both of us looking at art and enjoying life.
Came acorss a film premiere happening in Leicester Square, Deanna and I remarked on how pretty this lady was...
The guys next to us starting fucking with her super hard, it was quite embarrassing. They said, "You don't remember us? Oh man, that is so lame!" And she didn't know how to handle it, she wanted to be nice, but didn't know these fools.
The weirdness of posing for a bunch of photographers behind a barrier...
Lets look closer at that.
Grant's face update: Yet again, lookin' tight, even on the famous
Carnaby Street...
Posted April 20th, 2010 by time spent, time wasted, time bought, time leaves