Muse day

I'm down at Weef's flat in Clapham photographing his mantelpiece (as you do).

Outside it's 27 degrees and the sun intense. Inside the 1930's block with its thick walls and labarynthine corridors it's much cooler.

I noticed the way the light was casting shadow though the curtains in Weef's bedroom and took a number of pictures. I liked the way the pattern of his shirt mirrored the shadows on the net.