A visual-diary from a musician living in London.

A Sheila says: “Flora will save me.”

Autumn roses outside my door; it’s the afternoon.

Autumn roses outside my door; it’s the afternoon.

Coffee on Chiltern Street.

Makeup drawer.

Makeup drawer.

Autumn roses outside my door; it’s night-time.

how do i know it’s you?

how do i know what’s true?

i, i, i, i never do.