SOB

Don't you hate it when you take your dying camera (I might have dropped it off the back of a motorbike) to the Camera clinic and


Man: Oh this small problem, I can fix this in no time, with my eyes closed, and one hand tied behind my back, leave it here for the afternoon and I will call you when it is ready for collection


my interpretation of those words: I can fix this in no time, with my eyes closed, and one hand tied behind my back, leave it here for the afternoon and I will call you when it is ready for collection


Man (what he really ment was): I will keep your camera hostage for 7 weeks and not return your calls or let you know what state it is in. Then I will call you when you are back from all your wild adventures where you will absolutely need your camera and tell you that the camera is broken- it looks like it has been dropped- and that you can come and collect its lifeless useless body.


Me: (devastated) ok


So now this is what I dream of when I lay my weary head down after a day of mourning and loss... 

1. Christian Louboutin (if this is not your first thought when you close your eyes you are a man.)

2. Canon EOS 5D to match my shoes 

3. Sometimes you really can only say it with LOMO, The Diana F+ CMYK to be precise

*Charitable donations in the form of any of these above items will gladly be accepted.