1945 BarcelonaWake up to coffee on a side street.Spend my days behind a lens.Spend my nights with the closest of loved ones. Eat and eat and eat the best of foods. The simplest of foods. And sleep in the half light of early evening.
Medieval Japanred lips, dark teetha view of the dishevelled garden from the verandahflirting in verse in grey inkand robes upon robes upon robes
The bright air of Bhutan.Wrinkles and smiles.A roomful of my paintings.A warm, rumpled bed.The smell of woodsmoke in my hair.
1920s Mexico sounds pretty nice. I think I'd pick Spain, however. Or maybe San Francisco?
run a filling station+radio/tv and i.n.online station+motorcycle club +repair shop and different other handcraft workshops+recording studio+keith richards sometimes my tutor+wendy+a steady come and go+plenty of room + all of it in the northern vineyards of vienna or near sitges/sp. or carmel/cal. or near san giminiano/pescille/it. or near grasse/fr andit should be...please on top of some hill with a morning sfumato on the trees if possible.thank you very much.
white muslin curtains on a wide veranda overlooking the sea and all about is nothing save the sound of the smallest bird and the whale song.
where in mexico were these lovely photos shot?
beautiful! is the room in a hotel or a home?
i wish this was facebook and i could simply 'like this'. i feel very overwhelmed by this post of yours. need to ponder. take it all in. i like this.
My dream life would be to be you
1925 LondonJust graduated from Oxford after schooling at EtonMove in with Bright Young PersonBest friends with Beverley Nichols and Nancy MitfordChampagne becomes a food group and I write about my escapades anonymously for a newspaper(I obviously think about this often)
a rooftopfood from somewhere i trusthonest work that is of use to someone other then me
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