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Monday, October 26, 2009

Na'eelah gets her man

The orange pile under the box which Michael is reaching for is Doritos. He got to eat them after the shoot.

Michael's father Stephen tells me that a musician friend once told him that people who have perfect pitch are frequently rather tormented - because they can hear when something is wrong. Stephen did indeed sing Danny Boy for me, it was lovely in its imperfection.

This sense memory on a Room of One's Own is extraordinary.