Spring has sprung - for now at least. It's gone between a curious mixture of rain and hail to perfectly bright sunny skies this week, without much warning in between. I cannot fathom what merciful deity would have decided this was the proper way for weather to behave. Anyways, it's spring and I've just been reading The Innocent Libertine so - mostly on account of the sweet summery scenes described in part one, plums and the French country side have captured my fancy - I've been compelled to spend unholy amounts of time roaming about the neighborhood.
My sister (she-faded-young.tumblr.com)and I are practically identical. Most people confuse us for each other, so it doesn't help that we are together most of the time or that almost all our clothing is communal. I think it must be similar to how the Lisbon sister's felt, no one ever being able to differentiate them along with their spending all their time with one another - but probably a little less torturous. So, I've taken photos of my sister, in her floral H&M dress, but, for people we are not on the best of terms with, it might as well be me. I have been attempting to layer my photos - as below - to achieve a hazy, pink/purple vintage feel; I don't think I quite have it yet... Ideally, I want my photos to look like old French new wave films - pretty and grainy - because I am entirely inspired by everything France 1960. In my perfect world, life would look exactly like Tous les garçons et les filles constantly and without fail. That would be lovely.
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