My holiday in France.

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I like to call it hand photography, but you might have another name for it

Martin Munkácsi

This photographer is a new discovery of mine, his photos are beautiful, ambiguous, enchanting and surreal, all of which I consider to be most important in a good photograph. Despite the fact that many will consider him outdated (most of his work was done around the 1930s) his work lives on and to this day he acts as an inspiration to some of the best photographers. The thing that first struck me about Munkácsi's work was the remarkable sense of movement throughout, considering the time at which the photos were taken. He was said to have been one of the first people to use movement within photography. If anything I would say that he was the start of modern photography, even all that time ago he has shaped the way photography is today.

As soon as the Prada Creeper Brogues (designed by Miuccia Prada) were first unveiled this year they caused no end of controversy but they immediately appealed to me. Despite being 450.00 over budged at a whopping 510 quid a pair, their bright colour and quirky style was exactly my sort of thing so when I recently came across a really similar pair in Topshop for exactly the price I was willing to spend it was a no-brainer to bring them into my life. The Topshop version come in brown or black but each have the unique chunky soul which was first used on brothel creepers but was reinvented by Prada. Despite not being in the bright colours which originally caught my eye these shoes are a classic piece of design and at only 60.00 (GBP) a pair they are a must have.

and in the crowd, i see you with someone else

Yesterday was quite an exciting day. I saw Florence & the Machine for the second time, which doesn't seem like much, but it doesn't even matter. Both times were just, amazing. There's no way of really explaining the vibe that she gives off when she's up there performing. She's just like a light. She somehow manages to outshine the various choirs and bands that surround her. She steals the show. When she comes on you forget about the supporting act, you forget about everything. The first time I saw her was the July of 2009 and I was enjoying my first evening at my first festival. The sun setting to our left, the sea to our right and Lulworth Castle behind us. It was an amazing evening and the one thing I remember vividly was Florence gazing out over our heads and declaring how beautiful the sunset was that night. There were no more than about 500 people that night, it was absolutely magical. It's quite difficult to explain.

Florence - Camp Bestival 2009

Yesterday too was incredible. Right within the grounds of Somerset house. The stage was set up right in the centre of the building. It was all so magical. Standing within the grounds of Somerset house at 8.30 at night was enough of a privilege but then to be able to watch my favourite band perform on that stage was even more amazing. Being only a few rows from the front made it even better. The bass line continuously rattling our insides. Everything just flowed. She, again, had an amazing stage presence like absolutely no-one I have ever seen. Wearing a floor length, vintage, white dress and a veil covering her head she looked incredible.

Picture to come

Despite a slight change in hair colour and it being a slightly bigger audience I will never forget last night - it was one of the best gigs I've ever been to. It all seems to work and I can't actually express the emotion I feel towards this woman. A feeling of genuine love.