... more random shit. Why am I not famous, and working on important projects somewhere? Yeah, right, I live in Halifax: I have a tendency to forget that until the first double shot incites rebellion in the stomach acid. Also, there's my bad attitude (but that can't be everything: Avedon was a prick to his subjects and Leibovitz is clearly a raving nutbag, but they still got paid).
Regardless: look in awe. And step up and buy a print, I've decided to start playing guitar again and want a cool axe.