Sometimes, winter feels like a film shot on pale, desaturated stock. There's no sunrise at dawn, just an almost imperceptible lightening of the leaden sky. Londoners combat the cold in dark hooded coats, a huddled monochromatic mass, and the stone grey of the city seems to permeate everything.
A Love Letter to Citrus Fruits
A Love Letter to Citrus Fruits
A Love Letter to Citrus Fruits
Sometimes, winter feels like a film shot on pale, desaturated stock. There's no sunrise at dawn, just an almost imperceptible lightening of the leaden sky. Londoners combat the cold in dark hooded coats, a huddled monochromatic mass, and the stone grey of the city seems to permeate everything.