|early morning on my street|
after another eight hours spent at the lovely gas station i decided to check out the apartment i'll be using for my sunday 60s shoot - i found m (and a lovely bottle of wine) from a local mall and then we proceeded to her tiny home, filled with pale yellow light and huge cardboard boxes. i helped her unpack and we sat on her kitchen floor, smoking golden marlboros (given to me by a kind client for free) and talking about the past. it's amazing how people can change in a few years. we've both grown up, at least somewhat.
|old books in m's new room|
|tea cups with white polka dots|
it was quiet and it felt like home, the kind of home i've always wanted.
|m's shoulder and hair|