389 – Some Photos, Part Eleven

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.