Dougie Ferguson, Edinburgh, December 2012.
Dougie, overlooking Old Town with Arthur’s Seat in the background.
Dougie and Jo on the Royal Mile, Edinburgh, December 2012.
My cousin and his girlfriend. We had a wonderful time last New Year’s, or as they call it in Scotland “Hogmanay.”
Scotland: The Castle of Park in Glenluce photographed by Juergen Teller, Vogue Italia November 1997
Yep that’s Scotland in a nutshell..
And by the way, what’s up with this: I told an English dude last night that I’d spent the last couple months in the UK, and he asked where so I told him mostly in Edinburgh, and he just started tsk-ing. Like, “tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.” What the hell is that about?
Edinburgh Castle, midnight. I heard nightingales singing in the graveyard of the Parish Church of St. Culbert.
Then I danced my face off at Café Voltaire. I met the two most beautiful girls in Edinburgh on the dancefloor. We had a ball.
Howie Nicholsby of 21st Century Kilts. Good bloke.
Ferguson tartan (ancient).
I’d love a piece in this fabric. It’s a bit dangerous hanging around Howie’s kilt shop. I’m liable to commission a tweed coat at any minute.