A long forgotten memory, reawakened by the scent of rain hitting the pavement. It must have been June because there were flowers everywhere. The English weather, as always, changeable and unpredictable, what to wear in such weather? Then the clouds broke and rain poured from the sky.
This set is about memory – fragile, sensuous, multi-layered and torn. Bright here, faded there, like old Polaroid photographs distressed when left exposed to the elements.
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