mercredi 22 août 2012


What are days for?
Days are where we live.   
They come, they wake us   
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:   
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor   
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

- Philip Larkin


Summer (in London, if I must put caption under each picture) is - seeing the RA summer exhibition and Edvard Munch, reading with sunglasses on, iced white wine on Charlotte Street, walking amidst wild flowers, having very late brunch at Lantana


summer is strolling at your own pace, getting half drunk and fully happy already at mid-day, humming to the sound of the rain, savouring each unphotographable moments.


10 commentaires:

Amelia a dit…

That is such a lovely meditation on summer. I wonder, does the Philip Larkin poem have a title?

I am your lung a dit…

Glad to see a recent post of you! I think you have found a beautiful way of capturing what summer is in just a few images.

K. Gray a dit…

I love this post xx

SY a dit…

I miss London so much now it is actually painful. xx

H. a dit…

London summers, wandering around in hamstead heath, walking through the fields on rainy days, all the way to Kenwood house. Oh I wish I could move back! x very nice Blog btw

Alexandra a dit…

Love the Charlotte Street hotel!

The Lost Girl a dit…

I love this post, as I love all your other posts! such a beautiful blog x

Sylvie Stephanie a dit…

I wish I could spend my summer in London :)
Beautiful photos anyway

Jess P a dit…

You're back! :) Love Larkin.

casper+pearl a dit…

amazing photos! ah i must go to london soon!

lots of love from the c&p girls,
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