I have no photos of myself up in my own flat (why would I?). But it narcissistic to have my own silhouette in my room? I’m loving silhouettes. Doing a spot of research to convince an editor he should let me write about them. And came across so many gorgeous ideas. I have a gap above my television, a space that’s marked on the “to fill” list, and I’m wondering whether a series of little silhouettes of family and friends might do the job – a picture wall of jumbled up frames and pretty side-poses.
I might give my own one a miss though. My nose is too big.
In the meantime, delight on this:
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