Good thing my parents’ ‘plane didn’t land yet. They’d turn right round and go all the way back to Heathrow if they felt that.

The BBC website’s funny:

I was never all that bothered about N*E*R*D*. I mean, I liked them just fine and everything, but I never really got the whole OhMyGodPharrELLLLLL!!!! thing.

Of course, once I busted my way through all the over-made-up, under-dressed whinie girlies begging to be let backstage and made it into the pit and I started taking pictures of Pharrell, I was suddenly very bothered indeed. Sigh. I love being a photographer.

In contrast, before I’d ever even seen a picture of Amanda Blank, I knew I wanted to take her picture. She just *sounds* good to photograph. I had a really strange but strong feeling that she should be high on my People I Like To Take Pictures Of list, and I was right. Rooftop in Austin = photolove at first sight, for real. She and Naeem from Spank Rock are so much fun to take pictures of. They’re just brilliant.

Knowing what a total pathetic Amanda Blank Spank Rock fangirl I am, Prefix’s publisher knew exactly who to ask to shoot the HARD Summer Fest. Best assignment ever.

There’s a Russian saying that crops up in fairytales all the time, and it means “morning is wiser than evening”.

In theory, it means “sleep on it.”

In practice, at least in the fairytales, it means “husband, go to bed so your wife can stay up all night working her magic on your problems and in the morning when you wake up everything will be better.”

So, what I learnt from advice in Russian fairy tales is “when something needs doing, tell everyone to get out of your way then stay up all night working your fingers to the bone and do it yourself,” which works very well every time.

Rachel’s first NME photo credit. Aww.

When I was 14, the shop up the road had to order the NME special for me because no one else where I lived wanted it.

Now read Laura’s story www.nme.com/news/the-strokes/38145 and one of these days, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you the tale of my Agyness Deyn bathroom photoshoot. Or maybe I won’t, because that last sentence was pretty much everything there is to tell.

Travelling for work is nice. It’s luxurious to be miserable on a balcony.

Little Miss Sally Fay Dalton had this as her Myspace picture, but Myspace deleted it on the grounds that it was “too violent” to be viewed by the delicate little petals that use the site.

That’s ridiculous, of course, but I am fantastically proud that my pictures are apparently worth banning. Getting my pictures deleted from Myspace gives me even more joy than being obviously braless at Disneyland.

THE LAST KNOWN PHOTOGRAPH OF DITA DIMONÉ, NAKED AT A GARDEN PARTY ON THE NIGHT OF HER STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE

JACQUETTA DOWLING, SURPRISED BUT UNPERTURBED BY AN UNINVITED GUEST WHILE TRACING THE MENHENIOTTS’ HONEYMOON ROUTE ON AN ANTIQUE MAP OF PARIS

HADLEY MONTPELIER, RECLINING AFTER HANGING UP ON HER TRANSATLANTIC CALLER

HARLOW JONES ENJOYING HER LAST CIGARETTE AT HER FAMILY HOME JUST NORTH OF GREENBRIER, TENNESSEE, MOMENTS BEFORE AMNESIA SET IN

STRAWBERRIE PORTSMOUTH, THINKING OF THE FUTURE

I’ve got an Edendale preview for yous, so don’t miss it.

PS — Remember to bring your hazmat suit.

“You know when you’re in jail for killing someone and you get a tear tattoo under your eye? That’s what these are.”

“Well, mine are one tear per hundred people.”

The weekend brought me the most wonderfully fun shoot, with Charon leaping on tables in fantastic costumes (American murderess, broken doll, tough clown and lace lady snake charmer) and me clip clopping in new shoes around her amazing Church of Fashion headquarters in Lincoln Heights. The house is so great I think I could take pictures every day there for a year and still find something new.

She’s starting life-drawing sessions there, amongst other endeavours.

Dodging the FCC, etc, courtesy of Little Radio.

How to Start Your Own Pirate Radio Station

It includes everything from the equipment companies to avoid, how to pick your frequency, legal issues and the fact that apparently in California there’s a law that states no vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour. Nice.

I haven’t made it to Little Radio Summer Camp yet this year. I have no idea what’s up with that.