When you’re frazzled with sleep depletion, the morning calls, the baby is awake like clockwork as the sky is already colouring from charcoal to vermillion to azure, who’re you gonna call?
And, back then in Tokyo I wondered into a shop selling textiles. I couldn’t leave. Something had to leave with me. This flower-print piece is one of three that I bought and just today I lifted it out of its packet. Pretty things—they get me everytime.
+ photo credit: Playground