Star-kissed midnight skies. Blousy sakura blooms, glinting by moonlight. Lipstick marks on coffee cup edges. Matchstick houses. Chapter twenty six. The light as you walk past Arlington Street at 4.43pm. A smudge of dust. When the sun is swallowed by the horizons. BYREDO Burning Rose, a wave from across the bedroom. Used book shops. Selecting an entire row of macarons, flavour by flavour, one by one.
Capturing the little things about { H O N G K O N G }. Warm sunlight creeping through iron-framed…
The whisper of the early leaf-fall. Hazy mornings, mist hovering just-so before your eyes. Sleepy, dusty light drifting through the…
Iced coffee, seemingly by the bucketload. Stepping out of the gym after a particularly sweaty session, and feeling the sunbeams…
Days and days of light-hearted, new-season optimism. A cup half full sort of mood all ‘round. Mornings greeted by birdsong…
Can you hear the distant crinkling and rustling of just-crisp fallen leaves? The sway of trees enjoying a last late…
It’s been a day of hours, hours drifting from task to task, ticking things off slowly but surely and all…