a look that says, “the year is 1969 and i am enjoying a lemon crepe as i overlook los angeles from my los feliz hillside home, listening to my cockatoo say hello from the living room cage”.
"You don’t belong to this century. Do you hear me?"
i knew you were coming, did I? ~ specialist
soft morning awakeness, a clean and innocent italian face, wide lovely eyes, light kisses. hotel by the river