I found this book in an antiques stall in the stables of Camden Market. I thought that it was beautiful anyway, as I have a strange fascination for books and especially old ones, but what really caught my eye was that it was titled "Un rayon de Lumiere". As Ellen means "a ray of light" I thought that it must be a sign and this book was destined to be the story of my life. So I bought it in all its hardbacked, leather-bound glory and have only just begun to use it. Mainly for scribbling and doodling, but my head is quite empty at the minute.
I apologise for the hideous background that is budget boarding-school carpet. As there is no where in the room with enough light other than right in the middle, and my camera can only handle focusing on things if you zoom in on them from a long way away, I had to put the book on the floor.
Was going to see my godfather for some tea in the Grand and went for a stroll along the boardwalk to take a gander at the happy families on the pier and to reminisce. Also went for a somewhat longer stroll through the lanes - peeping in at the vintage shops and antiques arcades (they're absolutely huge in Brighton, it's a real treasure trove). Also spied a woman with the most beautiful singing voice I have ever heard. I tipped her £1 and took her card but subsequently lost it. Oops.
I have also lost the photos of me in the most divine vintage jacket that I have ever seen. I can't adequately describe it's beauty (party because I have essentially forgotten the details).
I also took a few pictures using my Lomography Diana Mini, which I haven't had the time to develop yet but which I'm hoping will be rather aesthetically pleasing.