Photography by Megan Booth
August. Where do we begin?
Get togethers and half-reunions (as one was always missing!) were just as eventful and crazy as the weather this month with some of these moments beautifully captured by Megan in film.
Late night dinners amidst conversations ranging from ultimate seriousness to hilarity; an effort to try and get lost in the city - only to end up not lost at all. In the midst of all this, we found ourselves in an impromptu photoshoot in Notting Hill, taking first dibs on the playground swing.
As the humidity increased, so did our boredom and like fans we switched ourselves on and sold our souls to the fiery pits of hell we recognised as Netflix. Involuntarily roasting in temperatures that shall not be counted, the summer also consisted of ‘oh my god’ moments that involved in waking up in the early hours of 4 o'clock to willingly climb a hill and observe the sunrise overlooking London’s skyline.
I don’t really know how to end this post, maybe I don’t really have plans in ending this post at all. But in the numbered days left of August, who knows what we might do next.
(we've also opened the doors to any questions you may have, ask away!)
K.
August. Where do we begin?
Get togethers and half-reunions (as one was always missing!) were just as eventful and crazy as the weather this month with some of these moments beautifully captured by Megan in film.
Late night dinners amidst conversations ranging from ultimate seriousness to hilarity; an effort to try and get lost in the city - only to end up not lost at all. In the midst of all this, we found ourselves in an impromptu photoshoot in Notting Hill, taking first dibs on the playground swing.
As the humidity increased, so did our boredom and like fans we switched ourselves on and sold our souls to the fiery pits of hell we recognised as Netflix. Involuntarily roasting in temperatures that shall not be counted, the summer also consisted of ‘oh my god’ moments that involved in waking up in the early hours of 4 o'clock to willingly climb a hill and observe the sunrise overlooking London’s skyline.
I don’t really know how to end this post, maybe I don’t really have plans in ending this post at all. But in the numbered days left of August, who knows what we might do next.
(we've also opened the doors to any questions you may have, ask away!)
K.
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