Sitting in an airport at 5am is always a surreal experience. London Heathrow is just waking up for the day, and each face marching in has that ‘up at bas&$@d o’clock expression’, like we all need our cheeks and eye bags ironing….or photoshopping.
Now those that know me are now going to be saying ‘here we go’….Because in my previous existence, when I had a moderately successful career, I used to live in airports. The chauffeured car would pick me, whisk me to the airport in whichever country I was (sometimes I forgot!), drop me at the ‘Fast Track’ entry, through to the lounge with much fawning and doffing of caps from numerous sub-species; compared to a business traveller armed with a corporate American Express card and gold/platinum/black frequent flyer card, all other things that breathe are sub-species. In the lounge, young ladies and effeminate young men would massage your toes and produce bacon butties (crusts off), you would open your laptop/raspberry/satellite guidance system and pretend to do important email, before being tapped on the shoulder to make your way to the gate. Board the aircraft, and turn left, demand whisky/champagne/coffee (dependant on time of day, and not necessarily what you would think), peruse the movies available, put your pyjamas on, and settle back.
This morning, I dragged my sorry backside out of bed at 3.20am, drove myself to Heathrow, was made to fill out forms to hand my car over, providing information I had already provided when I booked yesterday, and I’m now sitting in a coffee bar (£6.00!…..And I will be turning right when I board, and carry on walking until I hit the back!) thinking whether I miss the old life.
Do I &%%**&$%^&%$£$…..Errr No.
I’m off to Amsterdam for a 24 hour recce of four locations ready for a commercial shoot for a new client next week, when Hannah and I will drive over. I’m happy and excited, and at this moment if the most gorgeous sub species ever (male or female) offered to tickle my toes and pass me animal sandwiches with garnish, I would say ‘No’.
We’re fourteen months in now to robertdann PHOTOGRAPHY, and just at this moment, things are feeling good. Two other great commercial jobs are currently being bid for, a great lifestyle shoot and viewing over the past 10 days, and another great one planned for this Sunday with two beautiful children, and their Mum who I just love photographing.
And the wallpaper is up. Now, as Hannah will attest the wallpaper did go up on the scenery flats in the studio with some verbal banter unbefitting a man of my age, but up it did go….And as of 5.30pm yesterday, it hadn’t started peeling off yet. As a result the ‘Art of Seduction’ set is almost ready to seduce.
The other new arrival or resurgence in the studio this week has been fruit, or sports candy as Sportacus would call it ( a prize to whoever emails me with the names of his friends)….An alien food category for some time, but fruitage is making a comeback and has ousted donuts and pastries. Eating four oranges and an apple in quick succession seems to be more beneficial that eating four donuts in quick succession….Following research it would appear that the fruit stuff is better for you, lesson learnt……Think I’ll go back to the counter and get another croissant…..
