Blow dry

LONDON.This saturday i woke up at 10am. My husband brought me coffee in bed. Then i rushed to the hairdresser down the road. It take two hours to do the colour, wash and blow-dry. Then i walked back home listening to Patti Smith on my iPod. I cooked some tuna with pees, and rice. And did some solid hours of work. At 5pm i went to Victoria to catch the train to Brighton. In Brighton i filmed some friends who were giving an acoustic private gig at Max’s place. A French songwriter, an Icelandic artist and a British pop singer performed. I filmed all of them except the French guy, who didn’t want to be filmed and then we danced. The night ended around 2am. I crashed on Max’s leaving room on one sofa and felt asleep.