Meg Pickard:
Items from what I like to call the "make do and spend" aesthetic
Meg Pickard:
We sell derivative art for people with neither imagination nor taste
Meg Pickard:
In huntin' shootin' fishin' country, even the lights are weird
Meg Pickard:
Escalator buddy
Meg Pickard:
In the bowels of the tube
Meg Pickard:
The fallen (4)
Meg Pickard:
The fallen (3)
Meg Pickard:
The fallen (2)
Meg Pickard:
Flowers from Amsterdam conference organisers
Meg Pickard:
The fallen
Meg Pickard:
Levitating bike
Meg Pickard:
Go go
Meg Pickard:
Lost
Meg Pickard:
I'm pretty sure that's not a real salad
Meg Pickard:
Written on the pavement
Meg Pickard:
Autumn walk
Meg Pickard:
Lamp
Meg Pickard:
Cof Fees Hop
Meg Pickard:
Hello little Amsterdam pavement fella
Meg Pickard:
Snoozing contented
Meg Pickard:
Mr Singh's Bangras
Meg Pickard:
Clacton-on-sea
Meg Pickard:
Hello, little chocks away fellas
Meg Pickard:
This is my new favourite word
Meg Pickard:
Pot, kettle
Meg Pickard:
Spiral
Meg Pickard:
Tiny man on television!
