So I returned home to boring old Hampstead a few days ago eurgh. And guess what, dad already knows I have dropped out of university, he nearly killed me. Any way he is now trying to make me apply for St martins where apparently " the very famous dress designer Stella McCartney, daughter of the legendary Beatle, Sir Paul McCartney went there." - I'm not even joking that was my dads exact words. So I said I would think about it but only if he does the art exhibition Pauls been telling him to do.
I mean I found out its not just me who's quit, my dad has been taking wedding photos! I've only been gone six months and he has turned into a hamster ordering cheese of the internet and an artist that has decided to take photographs of weddings, what does he think hes doing!
I know hes my dad, but i'm not lying, my dads art matters. The photos he takes makes people think and i=I know his most famous is the one of me, but I want him to be successful, I know he wants to do it deep down. He will only do it if I go back to university, so I guess i'm going to be going back then, this time to a one that no one knows my past, lets just hope there is a place like that...
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