i've got my hair wet and fallen short when trying to make it pedaling up the hill.
i've walked with a smile on my face with solid – and not-so-solid – ankles.
and i have worn a trusted set of boring old clothes and haphazardly realized my hair has grown. i have also sported an increasing amount of camouflage – i guess a need to blend into my surroundings and disrupt my edges feels more appropriate and sheltering than before.
|at some opening at design forum finland with silver wearing old zara trf jacket. (photo timo idänheimo)|
|good old – and i mean from 2004 – vans slip ons in a limited edition stitched camo and natural rubber.|
a camofleur in spring bloom.