free as a bird.

my like.

i wouldn't call myself a homebody.

or depressed.

or bed-ridden.

i simply just love being in bed.

my bedroom is my head-room.

it is up there in my all-time-favourite-places-list.

its actually probably #1 on this list.

but i 'd never admit that on a first date.

my bedroom is bliss.

in here,

there is only ever just enough light.

there is an endless supply of magazines,

killer music,

& all the dress-up ingredients one could need.

not to mention my home-made wallpaper-

covering every square inch of wall with pages from my favourite magazines.

my bedroom is mine.

it is also the home of my good friend.

-my mac notebook.

to write, create & play.

in my bedroom i can do what i want.

usually this consists of dreaming that outside my walls, windows & doors

i am in London or New York.

this is where i dream i am.

when i do venture outside.

(yes, i often do.)

i like to be in the open air.

i like to hit the road in search of a good vintage shop.

or cosy little cafe.

(one that has decent reading material & preferably black walls, or at least trendy wallpaper.)

& thats where i'll drink my coffee.

i also like to find an interesting street.

a street full of soul & grunge & life.

usually a street filled with insanely good looking people.

i like to walk down a street like this at a leisurely pace.

usually with my camera at my side.

i like to do this,

all the while taking note of things i like.

i usually like things that i think would make a good photo.

i have always been obsessed with the way things look.