Not my shade. Not my booking. I still took the photo because the lighting was filthy in the best way.
Tag: morning
Soho At Six Still Going
Daylight through the curtains they forgot to close. Someone ordered more drinks like time wasn’t real. It wasn’t.
Dalston Kitchen At Someone’s Mate’s
No one knew whose flat it was by 5am. There were fairy lights and a chopping board used as a tray. I made toast for a stranger.
Peckham Roof At Sunrise
Someone’s speaker dying. Someone’s shirt as a blanket. I had mascara on only one eye and still felt like the main character.