I'm posting this from our bedroom in London, with the windows open and the breeze blowing the white curtains. It's a perfect day outside: crisp, almost cool but warm in the sun. We're leaving for holiday tomorrow: to the end of Long Island. Home. Swimming, sunshine, family, dinner on the deck. Thinking about what to pack, I uncovered some old photos - from my dad's Pentax, pre-blog, pre-digital - and am struck by how my style just never changes. Same haircut. Wish I'd kept these orange trousers, though: he had bought them in a shop in Tarifa, didn't like them, I wore them for a while, but they were too... orange.
Shot in one of the white towns in Andalusia.. maybe five years ago. Or, more.