Mirror in the bathroom

At about 3pm, exactly as I was sitting with Reuben teaching him to spell some new words after the morning's school, I remembered I was supposed to going to the Wedding Salon boutique wedding fayre in West Hollywood which started in about, ooh, one hour. It hasn't entered my mind for the last week. Quick de-Busy-Frizzy Mama and I was there, ending the night in the fab deco bar with a cocktail with photog friend Dawn whom I'd brought along, together with the jazz session musician and her PR and stylist. The girls looked incredible in their 40s retro wear and her voice is like heaven. I borrowed Dawn's 5Dii for some shots, pushing to the 6400 maximum which I can't get with mine, loving the sparkly lights dancing behind them at the splendour of Ramsay's London Hotel and illuminating their long manicured tresses. They made fantastic models. I'll post those later after I visit Dawn at home in the canyon, as otherwise she's refusing to hand the images over...

Didn't bring my camera on account of noticing after taking this quick SP before I left that my battery, and the rest of the flock, were extinct.