picture postcard, as always. so evocative just looking at the photo and i can smell the crisp clean morning and hear the gulls circling overhead, feel the nip in the air and the icy sensation you get when you inhale too hard when its cold out.
and because there's a scary sign on his site saying i can't reproduce the images, i thought twice before sharing this but ultimately couldn't resist. each and every image of stockholm resonates with me and affects me on such a fundamental level. wanted to get an early night but somehow couldn't sleep and feeling masochistic, i trawled through le petit morceau de papier and revisited some of my favourite memories. left my <3 in stockholm and looking at the moments simon captured left me with the teensy tiniest lump in my throat.
i miss the erasmus spirit, and my home away from home.
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