The period otherwise known as, that intern/freelance life.
I’m so sorry I just work from 10 to past 6 everyday and the rest of the time I am really addicted to live music and Dalston and looking cool on instagram and exciting restaurants where they put aioli infused with stuff on all the food and partying with lesbians and graffiti writers and hanging hard in bed on weekends unmoving for five hours in a row listening to the entire soundcloud profile of Mount Kimbie while I recover all the serotonin in my brain. And a lot of things are kind of sucky right now, but when it’s good, nothing’s better.
And let;s be honest, none of you read this blog anymore anyway, am I right?
How the fuck is it still so cold in London that I need to wear this jacket that makes me look like a lady pimp. #springbreakforeva ⛄
@poridgeltd launch party 🍸 (at Olympic House)
"I wish you had a little house with hollyhocks and a sycamore tree and afternoon sun embedding itself in a silver teapot… I want you to be happy… I love you anyway — even if there isn’t any me or any love or even any life — I love you."
Zelda Fitzgerald, in letters to F. Scott
4 page spread, also translated in the Chinese edition back of book
Never get tired of this feeling. My words for sale at the local streetside newsagent £6.99 @glassmagazine (at Angel Islington)
Celebrating with Yvan @facehunter at his book launch afterparty 🎈🎉 (at La Bodega Negra)
#GSD with @illuminadia at dinner (at Lima London)