Reykjavík — “What on earth are you doing? Why are you mailing them so slowly? It’s cold, get on with it!” — I said to her, barely feeling my fingers. It was our last night in Iceland, and being in Reykjavik meant also that we were finally around civilisation after so long. So we bought postcards and wrote words on them. Walking around the very windy streets looking for a mailbox to send the postcards to frie...
Seattle — Instagram is a curious place1: It connects people through stories told via images — one at a time and over the course of time — and those 640 pixels squared2 can say far more than 1000 words. After f...
Tokyo — I drew this in my sketchbook when I was in Tokyo last week. It’s a picture of my friend from Kobe, who has been at university in Tokyo for the last 4 years. Everytime I’m in Tokyo we try to catch up a...
Day 88 #100happydays: Brambling
Day 83 #100happydays: Moon
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
Where everyone was equal
How I Really Felt About My Friend Having a Chronic Illness
The Kids They Parented on Weekends
To the deplorable, lost and superficial one.
When you get the phone call that you were least expecting at the moment, but always was prepared for.
Returning to something that you left so far in your past, you almost forgot about it.
It's not the drink, it's the way you drink it.
To nearest, to dearest.
Love, with a stamp.
I've found my soulmate, but maybe... he's not the love of my life
As we go on, we remember, all the times we, spent together
Flying lanterns and floating candles
The thing, Laurie reminded me, is that Drew is your friend and you're excited to see him play music...then you go and you realize oh wait--Drew's a rock star.
Six years of bad haircuts, ranging from the remortgage-your-house expensive to the hide-all-the-mirrors variety
One Fine Day In August
Help! A Muse Needed.
One year with the PechaKucha team
Could we have your potatoes?
Day 87 #100HappyDays: Angel moon
When you can't help a friend
Basking in the Adriatic sun among the canals of Venice
Eating breakfast in the sun on the edge of a canal
Design Nights are a thing I wish I'd known about in high school.
Small bars are cosier.
Do you want to build a snowman?
A few thousand miles mean nothing.
Be kind to your knees
Late night bagels & dancing women wielding swords...
A friend visits. I have two weeks left.
A sugary aftermath