I’m weirdly fond of this picture. I’m in Biarritz. I’m really hot and I’m just sitting and chilling. M’colleague is doing that thing he does where he skulks around taking pictures. I clocked him out of the corner of my eye and offered him my finger, without moving. Once the picture had been taken, I returned my finger to the rest of my hand and carried on my chilling.
I of course forgot about it, but then it appeared, montage-stylee, for all to see, and I took rather a shine to it. That’s all there is to it, to be honest. I like it. I’m not sure what one should read into it. Probably nothing.