records and lustre.
quiet people in a quiet coffee shop a record player calmly playing records that sound like tea steeping with my back to the window it suddenly turned night and the warmth from the pull down espresso machine keeps my cheeks rosy as winter tip toes its way to toronto i can picture my mount royal air thin and ice thick in back alleys and on big mountains but here the park grass is green and crunchy...
lovely. this photographer has a touch of the love letter to self thing going. lovely.