Golden hour drawing in on us. Next one’s a night project so as long as the rain holds off we’re still golden.
First time in a long time at a barbershop. Isolation tank is next on the list, maybe once this Bournemouth edit is done I’ll hunt one down to celebrate.
Someone still drinks Hooch.
The young, perfume drenched and jazzy clothed stare longingly over the fence at the young, perfume drenched and jazzy clothed that stare longingly back.
Deep breaths and waves, 12 a minute. Don’t usually fuck with concepts but I like this one Harry told me about.