When I Particularly Wish You Were There – Images from Moscow and Lake Baikal
Natural food stores all smell the same – vaguely of herbs and essential oils, a bit of Indian spice. If you walk into one, you’ll readily identify the scent. I always had this… Continue reading
The sun was radioactively orange, emerging from the silhouettes of old factories whose destiny within the decade will be live-work lofts. The color felt unreal, only elsewhere available in the artifice of nail… Continue reading