No glam out back

I recently saw a short bit of footage of Oprah in Alice Springs, and realised it was up to me to dash any idea that one can look fresh and fabulous while on outback time. In addition, I have rendered W incapable of tolerating posing for any photos so our time together on the road usually involves a reluctant model, an unflattering rear view taken from a vehicle, or me boiling hot and covered in flies (I wish that was specks of dirt on my hat and arm). Yet we keep going back.

Now that’s love.

As the mercury soars, plans are afoot for an intrepid, if express, journey to the arid centre, in search of images worthy of exhibition in 2012. I’ll keep you posted!