My shot of perhaps two thirds of my flatmate Hannah’s entire shoe collection, marching indoors, for perhaps some lunch and gossip was shown in Musee de l’Elysee’s exhibition “We are all photographers now!”

I guess the best bit about this, besides from seeing my shot shown off to two complete strangers, is that they must’ve walked back home with a memory of it. Most likely the memory of what kind of maniac would spend the best part of an hour setting up something so nuts… in his pyjamas… in the middle of the afternoon… on a week day… I guess that’d be me then.