29 October 2012. With a black felt-tip I wrote the musicians’ names on the window of my studio. Luc Ferrari. Robert Ashley. Luigi Nono. There’s also Scriabin, Debussy, Ligeti. I love seeing them lit up by the morning sun, or standing out against a cloudless sky. A few days ago, before flying off to Tbilisi, Oxana said I should talk more about music in my blog. I agree, but it’s impossible at the moment. I’m too preoccupied with my Women Alone (left). These pretty women are my new passion. I spend huge amounts of time photographing them. I love the modesty of their clothes, the awkwardness of the framing. I’m attracted to the gentle way they just stand there. And, looking at them, I can’t help wondering what could have happened in the lives of these women that these snaps of their happy times could have ended up one day at the bottom of a second-hand dealer’s box. Buddha bless you!