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I seem to have lost myself somewhere lately. in between work and – perhaps more significantly – devotion to the one person I thought I loved.

but as I got a roll of film developped for the first time in weeks, I coincidentally found myself again.

and I feel happy. as happy as if a warm summer breeeze would brush the sand of a wild beach and I could hear the sound of the rolling waves. I miss the ocean. so I drink a lot of water to make up for it.

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she writes beautiful words. she has the one smile. she is the funniest person I have ever met. she dances until the sun comes down.

she is my sister. and I love her more than letters can say.

she’s a diamond. and I’m damn lucky to hang out with her.

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no matter how eager I am to go back to London, I must admit I’m quite enjoying the quiet moments I spend here.

my flight was supposed to leave early this morning, and now I won’t be able to catch a train for England before this wednesday.

in the meantime, I’m clearly hanging out with the coolest kid ever: peanut. we’re both lying in the grass and monkeying around.

wounds seem to heal nicely this way. and it feels good to painlessly breath again without the tears.

how lazily are you spending your Sunday?

ps. I have three rolls of film waiting to be developed. it’s going to be fun.

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a lot has happened lately. in fact, it’s been a lot more than I can handle. so I decided to take a week off and fly to France.

I’m now ready to go back to London for more exciting adventures. at least, that’s what I want to be thinking.

for now, I’ll just stick to this and pretend I actually feel like smiling about it all.

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yesterday I went on a bike promenade across the marais [morass (?)]. with my camera and enough water to keep on riding for a solid hour.

I took a little path, met some cows and a pretty escargot [snail]. at the end of the road sat a small fortress. I really wish I had the keys because it looked pretty pretty.

as soon as I got back home, I couldn’t wait to edit the pictures I had just taken. I just wanted to give them an old film look. this is usually not something I’m in love with – I heart film too much to produce fakes -, but this time, I felt like experiencing.

I must admit I’m smitten with how these turn out. so smitten in fact, that I’ve put up a sweet how-to together. nothing fancy, just a couple of comparison shots. and a link to the greatest analog-like picture creator software.

now, I’m going to make the most of the short (not so) sunny interval by going for a walk with my little sister. this time it’s going to be about house spying.

nothing could have made me any happier. truly the perfect trip.

• I mean just look at the sweet sandcastle we built.

•• I just can’t stop smiling every time I look at this picture. damn good mojitos we made on our last night. but we had to cut the bottom off plastic bottles to make up for the tall glasses we didn’t think of bringing along with us. oh camping!

••• phoenix’s latest album followed us around. definitely my favourite piece of music since bloc party’s intimacy.

•••• and just because that something we all wish for, I had to mention this painting by mike. totally appropriate. you do make me wish I had a time machine.

can’t wait to share more finds I made. xx