if donald draper was a skater…
All right Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close-up…

Last week we had the pleasure of shooting footage at the amazing Shunt on Bermondsey Street, before they closed their doors for good. The “Victorian” stage structure, built in an old tobacco factory in south London, provided us with the perfect industrial-yet-vintage setting for our new video for Walk With Me.
Video is coming soon, but whilst Liminal are busy editing I thought I’d share some stills from the night, taken by Mark Woszczalski.
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Tumblrs and Lomos

I have been busy blogging my Lomos for the past few months and really enjoying it – check ‘em out. If you’ve not joined Tumblr already I cannot recommend it highly enough. It’s evocative, inspiring and downright sexy. Hope you enjoy my pix, and here are a couple of the blogs I like to follow just to keep you inspired…
Ooh Boy! (You’d Look Good With A Gun)
This is the first video that we created, shot, edited and produced ourselves. It was a lot of fun, and many thanks go to our collaborators for their graphics, dancing shadows, rayguns and more!
adele adoration
I have one thing to say today.
Between seeing this:
And now this:
I cannot WAIT for the new Adele album next year!
That is all…
x
parrish skies

It’s been a beautiful day here in London. Bitterly cold but crisp of air, blue of sky, and with the kind of luminous sunshine that seems to envelop everything in liquid rose-gold.
Looking out the window at the trees (I’m not silly enough to actually be outside!), the last remaining autumn leaves look like their edges are dipped in glitter. They, and the fresco-like sunset behind them, remind me of the work of Maxfield Parrish (1870-1966), one of my favourite Art Nouveau artists.
I was romantic of mind even when I was little (in case the fairy costume hasn’t given that away already) and someone once kindly gave a calendar of Parrish’s work, guessing correctly that I’d fall in love with the fantastical imagery. Once that year was through I couldn’t bear to throw it away, so I retained all of the images and plastered my walls with them, joining the posters of Marilyn, Fred & Ginger, Bogart & Bacall and River Phoenix that I had in my bedroom (the latter being the one nod towards the popular culture of the time!).
Twelve magical images that I used to escape into, imagining I was that nymph dangling my toes into the still water…
Gazing at the starry sky…
With my head in the clouds (a happy place to keep it!).
Who are your favourite artists and how did you discover them? I’d love to know.
x