I bookmarked this set of photographs by Jon Ruck a while ago and rediscovered it. I cannot remember where I originally found it but I like it for a few reasons. Breakfast is probably my favourite meal of the day, even if it is just toast and jam or porridge and honey. I love tea and coffee and orange juice, but perhaps it is the traditional fast-breaking that subconsciously appeals to me.
I also appreciate the coupling of the portraits with the shot of their breakfast; it's like matching people up to their pets.
And in some slight OCD way I am marginally disgusted by other people's breakfast, especially when people do not spread their chosen topping over toast with due care. Almost every breakfast is unique; unlike lunch and dinner which more often than not is shared and communal, everybody has a different ritual (or neurosis) when it comes to breakfast that is entirely personal.
Last weekend I visited the permanent collection at the British Library which is brimming with historical artefacts such as the Magna Carta and Beethoven's tuning fork. Starting soon is their very first photography exhibition which I look forward to being dragged along to by my sister in return for my imposing a visit to the David Starkey curated Henry VIII exhibition.
This week I think I will make this as part of my aim to start cooking more exotic dishes. I've made it before back home and it's a tasty dish but at university my idea of exotic is adding Henderson's Relish to my jacket potato/beans/cheese combination or using chutney instead of pickle in my ploughman's sandwiches.
Listening to: The Kick Inside (Kate Bush), Seamonsters (the Wedding Present), Feels (Animal Collective)
Reading: In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
