Designer, sometimes perfumer, sometimes writer, sometimes Seattle.
No yellow hearts here, just red ones. ❤️
Northern light ☁️
Missing the moss-covered oak trees of Marin, Sonoma and Napa this time of year, moreso with all the destruction. It’s been an entire year away. Can’t wait to see you again, CA. 🌿
After a week in Copenhagen/Stockholm crushing on architecture, typography and everything design, I'm back to Seattle where the air still smells of smoke and the skies are thick with smog. Take me back...🌩
At home I take photographs. In London I think about photographs, why we make them, cities, space, memory, and write a lot of philosophical stuff in a sleep deprived state that few people will read. Where is this determination when I'm at home? I took no serious photographs today and still the day was almost perfect.
Faded neon, vintage letters & the desert. 🌵
Today found a secluded public garden with an upright piano overlooking the tomatoes, lavender and roses; scrounged up some sheet music from the depths of my phone; with the crows as my witness played the entirety of Chilly Gonzales' 'Epigram in E' - very slow, and squinting all the while. ✔️
Finally the smoke from British Columbia's fires is beginning to clear, and the heat to dissipate. I spent much of the week's evenings at harbors watching the sun glittering over the water, the sky and sea painted red by the smoke and looking like something out of a dated romantic drama. 🎷🕯🌫
Always letting my tea overbrew, then forgetting it and finding it cold...licked by a cat tongue. #tgif
Smoke and mirrors at the ocean's edge. Channeling Agnès Varda. 🌫