Meg Pickard | West Hampstead, London
It's gone one in the morning and I should be in bed. It's been a horrible day, a terrible week. And so I turn to drink - for photographic reasons, rather than as succor for the soul. I like the double reflection in the martini shaker. In the background is a bottle of aniseed rum from Guatemala that tastes like burning.
10 2001
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