Saturday, January 10
Today hasn't been a particularly great day. It was rainy, grey and dull. Rory and I went for a walk in Hyde Park to take some photographs as I was meant to create a double exposure film, but I wound the film back too far and there wasn't any film exposed with which to reload it into the camera. We walked up to Hyde Park Corner but Rory refused to let me into the second hand book shop, even just for a browse for one minute. He's too sensible. We walked back through the park again but came back early as I had little energy and had lost my enthusiasm after the failure with the camera.
I tried to read more about Florence Henri for my coursework but none of it made any sense. I laid down and slept for a while, being too depressed to do anything else. Rory came in afterwards and we had a talk about it and about the essay, and concluded I needed to learn about Cubism first, seeing as most of her work is based around its principles, and I know nothing about it. We also decided to go up to the
Hyde Park Picture House to see
On The Run but when we got there we found out the cinema was closed for a private function. So instead we're sitting here, me being depressed and listening to
Zero 7, him talking to his friends on IRC and having a crafty smoke. A typical twenty-first century image of domestic bliss, eh?
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