Never you mind the heavily grained images. I can assure you that even late at night the methonian castle lucidly dominated both over my camera-eye and my eye-phone pun intended. Fortified behind my own memories and adamant in forging new ones, I played nonchalant junketeer and candidly posed for what wontedly serve as heart achingly valid memento portraiture. During the same night in a funny turn of events, the man and I decided to reconstruct the summer home as a cat hostel with no fee: Maybe now that I've got the hang of the awkward Birkenstocks, I'm beginning to fulfil an unforeseen white socks stuffed destiny and incoming cats will most certainly be the only ones with compassion. Cats always are.
- Cloudline Chic Flows
- Cloudline Chic Flows is a blog about self consciously deconstructed reformist mannered elegance, swings, distant sound of dogs barking at sunset, smell of freshly cut lawn, peaches at dusk, long walks on dusty country streets,perennial drives, cupcakes, pylons, echo of empty classrooms, 1997, the dream, suburbs,treehouses,flying in sleep, ice-cubes, wooden fences at noon,birdies, peoplespotting, cicadas in summer yard, absurd subversive poetry, singing alone, keep self at home, cats and straight highways.