Paris is grey. Aged stone of different shades of grey. It’s buildings that have seen history happen around them and which wear their ages well. It’s skinny rues and wide avenues, and puddles on uneven streets. Cafés with wicker chairs gathered around small tables with ashtrays on them, sweating under plastic canopies. The cafés always seem…
Short story: Beara
I went on a trip to the Beara Peninsula with two of my best friends – the bad bitches Kim and Vicky – two years ago. We stayed in a gorgeous old house that opened at the back onto the sea (they filmed Ondine next door, a few years earlier) and ate breakfast watching the boats pull…
All of the lights: Adventures in Vietnam
Thoughts on a trip to Vietnam with my sisters.
Pics: Oslo in winter
Brought my trusty Canon AE-1 to Oslo in January for a surprise tripped planned by my bestie and my sister. Ace.