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March 11, 2010
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Slightly gruesome day after sleeping through my alarm (a peril of living alone that I hadn’t really thought about) and having to catch the last train to Bridlington in order to photograph David Hockney at his home on Monday.

I’m going to pause these updates here, because I’ll want to talk more about Hockney if I can think of what I want to say, and work out how to deal with the embargo on (at least some of) the pictures. At this point I didn’t know that it was going to be one of the best days of my pathetic life.

March 7 - Bridlington

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