Tokyo calling.

At the National Portrait gallery I popped in to have a butchers at a portrait of a friend of mine who is currently residing in Tokyo. I had been feeling a pang of absence for a few days and so as I was in the area and still drunk so I marched in to the BP Portrait Award exhibition found the photo, stared at it for ten solid minutes and marched right back out feeling decidedly better.

A postcard of the Liza portrait.
(My photos just get better and better.)