Pull enough money together, somehow, someday, and rent a cottage in the forest. Spend two weeks: take a first aid kit and a big bag of lentils and a stack of books the height of me. No clocks, no phones, no internet, no noise. Sort… Read More
Where you’d rather be says a lot about where you are. When things are achingly still you dream of cities with taxis and steam issuing from manholes; if you’re exhausted it’s white sand and blue water. At the moment — and I suppose I should… Read More
I'm 19 today and, to celebrate, I'm putting together a collection only of things that make me feel good. Like this song: This artist: This city: This show: This woman: This concert: This cast: This blog: This video: This episode: And all nice things.
Maybe it's the sky shutting and the trees shaking off the last of the world's colour, but lately all I can think about is a glorious, clean sorbet scheme. Effortlessly charming, complimentary to the dove grey above and just a little sassier than pastel, it… Read More