just messing around with a texta on some beautiful plates Cisou found at a flea market. this might go somewhere. we talked about gluing them to a wall with tea cups, also, glued on, and some paste up drawings of old ladies seen from above. yes, such a good idea.

I spent the whole afternoon in a bookstore, my eyes and hands racing, as I tried to read everything but in a meticulous and thorough manner. I came back to things that I liked time and again to read and absorb further. There were many hand constructed limited edition print press screen-printed hand bound books. Eventually I left and when I left, I realised that I had always been dreaming of finding bookshops like that one.

I found this awesome typography pasted up on the street.

photograph with words: feather boas, old books and plastic roses, love letters written and delivered with hired theatrics. a small wire birdcage, bags overflowing with vegetables and the sun is shining, the sun is shining.

a man with amazing mustard coloured overalls on has an actual real pot of hot soup inside his backpack. inspiration.