February 11, 2013

a quiet weekend

I've missed quiet Saturday mornings, black coffee, the subtle smell of smoke from a wooden fire, the sea breeze. I photographed a twenty-first Saturday night. Everyone was loud, rowdy and drunk, the very opposite to my morning. Sunday we celebrated my brother's sixteenth birthday with a small celebration of home made pizzas and chocolate cake. These are a few pictures from the weekend that was.

This last photo is the result of my brother and Paul using hairspray to fuse my hair into this position.

I hope your weekend was as beautiful as mine was.

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