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Julia is building a miniature Easter Island.

What a lovely silhouette.

Nassrin contemplates the difficulties of secretly being a terrorist.

Be jealous of Audrey’s style.

Giuseppe observes an important discussion between Julia and Giulia.

I have a thing for old men. Especially grumpy ones.

Oh, you know me, just chillin on the couch.

Spelled with an accent.

Hip to the hop in Hoxton Square.

The dance crew.

The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind.

This little spot said, “Woah, fuck that.”

Mark fell down. Hard.

Kate is visiting from Paris.

These clouds are trying too hard.

Back in London for only a few hours and I see this going down from my fire escape.

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Rollin’ in it.

Holla back in the 863.

Denitsa doesn’t fuck around. She gets what she wants.

British Self-Portrait

You would never know that she once worked on a potato farm.

Meatloaf and mashed potatoes. A hearty home-cooked meal.

This is Harriet. She often threatens to curb people, but has yet to do so.

This is Giulia. She was once arrested for stealing 14

This was somewhat horrifying.

#76 @ 10:15 pm.

We were all waiting for the same bus. When it arrived, we all became sardines.

Wearied by another evening of glamor and luxury in the Land of Lakes.

Grandma Weezie’s house is trapped in a different time. There, years are counted in layers of dust.

Emily wears fur.

Couched

I’m wide awake and it’s morning.

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I am about to sell my car, so I bought a MacBook Pro. It is for professionals.

I left Tallahassee for ever yesterday. I haven’t come home, I’m just visiting Lakeland for a one month hiatus, then London – home.