Thursday, 15 December 2011


I'm clearly suffering from summer nostalgia.

Today I reminisced about how I went to Portugal for a well-behaved weekend with my parents.

I was borderline bored for most of it, apart from reading  "The Beautiful Fall: Lagerfeld, Saint Laurent, and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris"  (crucial) and telling my parents to stop the car at randomly surreal places between desert and soulless villages.

Like these.

(Don Quixote)


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