Pretty place with a pretty name.
I’m not usually for messy aesthetics… but, there was something quite rustic and charming about the randomness of how the space was used.
At the end of the busy week.
Cakes and Space at its best.
I just need a space where I don’t feel watched.
Where I don’t feel the pressure of expectations and conformity.
Where I don’t feel the need to smile at every passing gaze, where I can let my facial muscles rest.
Where my sense can be at ease, not having to to prick up at the sound of approaching footsteps and be on the alert for social cues and gestures valued as part of professionalism.
It’s not even about being myself. It’s just about… existence at a basic and comfortable level.
My current Sunday place.
The Queen was disappointing, but the Palace, with its wooden makeup, comfortable spaciousness, and natural light, not as much.
The security guard seemed amused that I, or anyone, for that matter, would be interested in taking a picture of this sign. I was just captivated by the lines saying: “propose a new way of thinking about the connections between photography, place and identity” – which really interests and excites me!
I love museum spaces, sometimes I think more than the exhibits themselves.
2 spaces, one on top of each other.
2 window seats, facing the same road.
One girl, and one book.
One solitary afternoon.