Morning coffee at hotel Amour in Paris. Corky looks like… corky. Biggest meeting yet to come.

So the posts have been less frequent recently. A couple of shoots, endless meetings and a new exiting project is why. I’m working on an exhibition and a book together with some friends of mine and its really going good. Previews will come to those who wait. As for now I’m going home to rest, have a glass of wine and read the Errol Flynn biography Anders tipped me about. And yeah, to book plain tickets to Paris, its really about time.

4*5 inch Polaroid.

Set one.

Set two.

Did this shoot for a french magazine. Its about polaroids. I kind of liked it, the creative director did however not.

Making an inspiration-collage for a meeting tomorrow. Wish I could spend more time doing that. Collages that is.

I was on the verge of writing about Picasso and collage and the beginning of the 20th century when I realized I did that a while back. My short term memory is really getting worse by the minute. I keep telling poor Erika the same stories all over. Can one get Alzheimer’s at the age of 28? I think it might be stress though. I’m going to Paris for meetings in the end of the month and then Erika will join me for a weekend in Nice. That will surely do it.

Dear Corky has resigned. No more beautiful blogging on the worlds of the world. The blame falls on the Swedish version of Martha Stewart, no names mentioned. Dear Corky, you will be missed.

I find Monday mornings a good time to practice compositions while waiting for an Art Director to arrive. Lovely.