Captured by a Crimped Face

Well hello web friends and Co. 

A rather extended sum of time its been indeed.

I guess it would be marginally appropriate to bring forth a witty ass explanation, as to my disappearance from the 'blogger-sphere' for the last quarter? But the darn truth is, im just far to busy kissing the whiskers off my amazing Mr.Maximus. 

 *Edit... wringing out of his slobberfied wrinkles, and chasing him around the fort, aiming to prise my slippers out of his chops and back onto my frost-bitten feet.

But if you too, have been lucky enough to have witnessed his friendly furrowed face of recent, im sure you'll agree, it be a pretty damn good excuse. :) 

But just in case you may have forgotten (since his last, every 15 minutely FB upload)... here's a quick reminder of what landed on my lap this October 4th.....

Yes.. the most beautiful blue pooch any man has ever seen.

 

.....And amongst the month of gorping at his lovely mush with with sheer admiration... there's been the good old modelling to keep me busy every God given day; covering every last inch of the Great British Isles and beyond, WHILST attempting to renovate the home-sweet-home, all with a teeny-weeny ball of

 barking/snoring/peeing cuteness, in tow.

Life has never been better. :)

So much so, im going to head back out there now and enjoy it....

Yes, it may not yet be December and I may usually be hailing "Humbug" into megaphones and shaking fists at shoppers with their 'bird of pray' like, shopping bag wing span. BUT incontrovertibly it appears to be someone's 1st Christmas, here at the 

Raphaella residence. :)

So feck it! The evergreen's going up tonight!

:)

But not to fret; Ill be leaving you all with this scrummy selection of Nudeography's captured by the fantastical 

Pino Leone, taken in a heatwave clad Roma, earlier this Augusto.

WithLove Raphaella x

Mechanical complexites of the Cornetti Scented Engine.

Good morning squires.

So whilst some form of ill seasoned attempt at Florentine cuisine sizzles in the strove behind me, I thought it be rather apt, to pull out of life's hypothetical hard shoulder and back onto the 16 abreast social-network highway.

And whilst no soul saving, road side assistance came to my rescue; a month of  'me time' and a handful of Worthers Originals, is seemigly enough to doctor your inner grinding, gear box, back to its usual smooth-like-chocolate self. 

But the damn truth is, I never 'actually' dialed the darn Automo-soul Association at all. ("Cue orchestral Tut-Tut"). In facto, silly old me, drove approximately 16,000 miles, in a soft top poached of its top, supporting an exhaust that's playing homage to the Great Fire of Rome. Such transportaitonal attributes generally don't transcend into a Conde Nast speacial on Ultimate Road Trips. In fact the billowing black trail of destruction you leave in your trail, is more likely to see your sorry ass face on page 43 of the Daily Star, now starring in a Wicker-Man prequel; as your offend-ies and new born enemies, clad of their ceremonial robes, prance around a roaring inferno of you.

You follow me?..

In layman's terms, I suck.

But in less breaky down self-esteem car news, I was rather lucky to spend some of this Settembre zooming around the heavenly Tuscan countryside in this little Fiat number...

 

Yes, given my global latitude and oscillating state of mind, it would of been a wee witless, not to take advantage of the weeks office wearbouts and extend my stay on the beautiful boot shaped peninsula.

4 Days, 2 Lovebirds, 1 Vineyard, 24 Scoops of Gelato, some guy called David and 1 Leaning tower...has proven its self to be a highly recommended, chemical blend of feel good components. And thus; a slightly more socially exceptable alternative, to its bargain bucket competitor, Happy Gas.

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From one European haven to another... Heres some of the delectably exotic work, of  German photographer Simon Bolz; taken on location in blissful Ibiza, earlier this summer.

WithLove Raphaella McNamara x

Iced Latte..

 Just a spoonful of sugar coated, cold as ice creations, with the fantastical Donald Gibbs.

 

WithLove Raphaella McNamara x

At Home With-the-Love's.

Good-Morning Internet.

I should probably be in bed around about now. But for some typically, baffling, Raphaella reason; one crazy old cog, in that miniscule old mind of mine, thought it be a totally spiffing idea, to start tie-dying hot pants, in a not-so subtle pigmentation of Bahama Blue, at approximately 23.45 on a lonesome Summers Saturday-night, this June.

I read the 'Dylon for dummies' mini manual, with painstaking precision to detail, and in not one line, does it mention, performing such a procedure in a padded cell. My kitchen now rather resembles that of a Smurf's breeding ground, and the said shorts, have developed into a sad looking shade of  Navel Submarine. Thus... I fully intend to take some serious funky-town, legal action. :)

Now, whilst slurping Cola's in the afternoon rain, with my good friend Jay Mawson yesterday, I kinda came to the realisation, that the McNamara ship, aint so water tight. I’m running around 12years behind on the blogging front, I know that for sure. But how did the devil did I manage to keep these little homely number, under the covers since March! 

Like seriously though, where exactly did that fecking time go?!

 

 

Photography: Jay Mawson

Model: Raphaella

Well its almost 2:30am and theres some serious Peppermint tea to be downed and overpriced potions to be slapped on my face. 

Night yall.

WithLove and yawns... Raphaella McNamara x