Found this gem in Whitechapel,I just love the expression and the hues of peach and bubblegum pink and blue. Hypnotic isn't it?
After class banter at the riverside//
A mysterious fellow in a mysterious car, appears to be in hot pursuit of his sworn enemy/partner in crime/Tippi Hedren. Swoon.
As I wandered past a bustling outdoor bar, I noticed the setting sun glinting through a nearby cherry blossom tree. Its warmth combined with the delicate pink petals was incredibly beautiful. Photos really doesn't do it justice. Gosh I love this time of year..
In certain parts of London you look up and instantly feel that glorious feeling of dizziness and insignificance. The buildings are as tall as they are beautiful, towering above with glittering windows and mathematical precision. Oh to be an architect..
I had a field day in Brick Lane last week, stunned by the many beautiful works of art found on every corner. They truly add so much to the environment, a splash of colour and clever shapes that evoke so many thoughts and convey interesting concepts. What I particularly like about street art is that it's not confined to the conformity of an art gallery space, instead free to transcend boundaries and cleverly use the physical environment as its fluid canvas. This quality alone makes it much more accessible to the general public, taking art outside its comfort zone so to speak. I quite like the style of the work pictured above, the expressions split but the emotions working together.
Is there anything more romantic than a rowboat for two? While exploring Richmond at the weekend I found these two enjoying a quiet moment together, away from land and all its distractions.
The Magician's attempts to outwit time. //Seen in Brick Lane
London is blooming! I really couldn't have arrived in the city at a nicer time.. the cherry blossom seemed to have crept in overnight, the tulips and petunias were proudly displayed all over Hyde park and Richmond was dotted with countless bluebells and dandelions. I think if I hadn't been running all over the place I would have happily documented each and every one of them. I'll never get over the complexity and beauty of their formations, nature is an artist.
I want to know which incredibly adorable person knitted socks for these statues!(..and if they'll make some for me too?)
While walking around Grasse I found a beautiful, dilapidated courtyard. Paint peeled from the walls and shutters were a mix of olive green, dark grey and royal blue. The concrete was patchy and uneven, signs of a rich history. It had quite the atmosphere.
The three musketeers, siblings united by years of shared atmosphere, a common foundation.
I always find it fascinating to observe the varying religious beliefs of others, particularly those devout enough to adorn themselves or their property. This sign translates as 'the only saviour Jesus'.
Lately the weather has been beautiful. So beautiful, that I face that familiar internal struggle of attempting to balance study and sunshine in those final bittersweet weeks. Naturally sunshine is the stronger contender, pulling me down to the riverside with my friends. Girls watched boys sing songs, we discussed our summer plans. The perfect lazy day.
