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There’s no rest for the weary.

She began to put things in their boxes.

The Sky, which was the first thing she saw every morning.

From Flat 19.

Looks like some hip dude just moved the hell out.

“I never said, ‘I want to be alone.’ I only said, ‘I want to be let alone.’ There is all the difference.” – Greta Garbo

I became an internationally published artist today.

This is what Liverpool Street Station looked like inside during the enormous out of control End of Drinking on the Underground party on the Circle Line.

Sarah Leslie is in town. We look like family.

Nassrin, while hunched over, contemplates about how wonderful it is that today is my birthday.

Conversations over lunch.

Shame on you Foxy!

Almost one year into an MA degree. I look like such a scholar. Guess that money is paying off.

Check out my new kicks. It’s okay to be jealous.

The pigeon seemed somewhat baffled after encountering someone from Your Team lying in the grass.

Today I am an inquisitive slavic intellectual.

Dissertation week self-portrait.

The weather was nice, so we worked on our dissertations on the porch. At least we got out. Sort of.

Unfortunately, I had to cancel due to a related injury.

Nassrin is so excited about her first official concert.

I got some sexy shorts in Bulgaria.

Denitsa is one stylish gal.

McDonalds in Cyrillic. More photos here: ????????

One year In Memoriam flyer.

Denitsa and Nikolai looking down over Sofia.

This says something about throwing things away.

Graffiti in ?????.

Denitsa spent her childhood playing in the yard of this church. And much of her adulthood.

Gotta get dressed up fancy for Jesus.

Holla back from the 850. ???????? ? ????!

Rope piles in Dungeness.

Got me some new shades.

Frozen chick.

Back in Hoxton Square, Audrey busts a move.

Photo soldiers.

Elm Park. Suburbs on the District Line.

Julia is building a miniature Easter Island.

What a lovely silhouette.

Nassrin contemplates the difficulties of secretly being a terrorist.