Why are the best flowers always the ones that grow kinda wild by the roadside, and are mown down after a couple of days by a suburban neighbour insensitive to beauty? Probably the same reason that the best meal you'll ever eat will be served out of a food truck at midnight in a parking lot in a strange city that you will never, ever be able to locate again. And maybe along the same lines, too, is your favourite shirt when it reaches the perfect level of worn-out softness, right before there's a major tearing incident and the whole thing disintegrates into sad fabric shreds.

Just a little bit of beauty and intensity compounded by fleetingness; these are the things that populate my daydreams. 

Jewellery by Red Rabbit, Sage & Brass and vintage; Pony Gold Dreamer shirt and Wonder Seeker pin.