Sunday, August 7, 2011

...stop...

Dear You,
Just a gentle reminder to stop and smell the roses.
T.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

Grey matter

Dear You,
Sometimes I miss London so much that it takes my breath away.
T.



Monday, May 2, 2011

Mood board

Dear You,
You told me: 'You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.'
T.







Thursday, April 7, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Road trippin'

Dear You,
We drove to the sounds of Foals and Passion Pit. The windy climb made our ears pop. We stopped off for directions and pineapple lumps and the accents made us smile.
T.










Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Weekend of colours

Dear You,
I didn't notice but it had got very dark and I was really, really out of my mind.
T.





Thursday, January 20, 2011

Mi Manchi

Dear You,
It was all so charming and sexy. We dreamt of being one of those alluring Italian women with incredible style. We would smoke thin cigarettes, ride a scooter, wear custom-made blazers, eat pasta off pristine white plates and drink too much espresso.
T.

Sunday, January 16, 2011