Craig and I went in to the opening of the Yayoi Kusama exhibition.
I lovelovelove the dots on the gallery but I cannot comment on anything else as the queue was intimidating so we went for curry and wandering the shops instead.
Smoker Sweets (Musk!) and scripts by firelight.
Chez mes cousins.
At this stage on Tuesday I was mainly made up of jangling nerves thanks to a last minute work* trip for the next day.
Time to kill at Christchurch airport.
Ahh, the post-travel detritus.
I always find bits to tear out of the in-flight magazines, even though they say we can take them with us. Add to that the napkins and notes and boarding pass stubs? detritus.
Old signs from my old station spotted in the train yard. I wonder if they would let me have one for my back yard.
I may be useless during the construction of a stage but I did the best I could. That being to bring Craig and his tools.
They trusted me with cardboard and paint.
Wearing Fontana vintage sunglasses from American Apparel.
Purchased with a discount code provided by the lovely Jo of Eye Heart Glasses.
* Work. That which I do not discuss here. DO NOT.