MOVING ON. What better topic is there but a swig of voyeurism to diffuse the the aftertaste of woe from previous posts? Here’s a handful and a half of junk I carry around in my bag, numbered for convenience’s sake because I don’t possibly know enough directional expression – living in Poland and not speaking the language fluently has taught me that pointing is the best way of communicating.
Samsung Wave II –
On a test ride for a fun project (Courtesy of Spreading Jam
) but already 70% sold on the Korean typing capabilities.
camera, usually takes about 4 days to realise that I’ve been shooting sans film.
Moleskine 18-month scheduler
The one and only platform I practice handwriting. After years of keyboard bashing the handwriting now resembles one of a second grader.
Balenciaga Purse Spray
– Only a recent addition to the sack family, wearing still leaves me wondering where I possibly might have rubbed up so intimately against another woman to smell like a stranger…
Extra battery pack
for the Canon beast when the mojo level is low.
, gift from my mother. The mouth opens up like a water sack, sometimes I pretend I drink my coins.
London Transport for London Oyster card
and other loyalty cards to places I’m not loyal to…
Envelope wallet by MMM
(bought in Yoox
), hands down best wallet I’ve ever owned, in fact, so great the money refuses to stay in it…
Cards for Park & Cube. The one with boobie drawings on the back that I stick on your car windshield.
What the Dog Saw
by Malcolm Gladwell – my own portable Do Not Disturb: Sleeping
sign in public transport.
bought in a market stall in Vilnius, Lithuania. Starting to show evidence of cellulite but she is my only love. At least during weekdays.