Your brown eyes are my blue skies

City skapes from before. Now it's crowded winding streets in the Medina, turquoise and the scent of jasmine, tea with pine nuts, harisa, motor bikes, fruit stands, beach bars, windy beaches, cigarettes on balconies, construction and dust...

Height of Summer

Uncover our heads

Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following this stream up north
Where do people like us float?

Came back to Paris for a visit. Everything's changed, and somehow I feel the same here, good and bad. The emotions and experiences that I left a year ago just hit me like a tidal wave. Unexpected, but I'm still enjoying myself.

Isabel and I went to see Fever Ray. It was an incredible concert, surreal and haunting, everything that I imagined it would be.

Loved up

My current inspirations... Lace and hats, Anita Pallenberg, clashing prints in vibrant colors.

I'm planning on decorating my room in Tunis with a smattering of ikat and striped blankets, bright rugs, lots of candles and lanterns, maybe some big floor pillows in the corner...

My playlist:
The Height of Summer by the Knife
Stranger Than Kindness by Fever Ray
Lovesick by Lindstrom and Christabelle
Mind, drips by Neon Indian
Sea Talk by Zola Jesus

Memory comes when memory's old

Last moments in Austin with the ones I love.