Wednesday, 22 December 2010


I like to look at this street. The absence of cars, the well-kept gardens, the lovely old people and the way it can catch the light beautifully, makes it seem like it's a street from a dated movie where the women dress in beautiful long dresses with flowers and pastel colours and with their hair big and poofy and soft and shiny, and the men wear grey suits and kiss their wives on the forehead before they head off to the office.