[Hello December] December is made for kissing in the mist, warm nights of magic rush and cold pink dawn, foreseen epiphanies, and perhaps, most importantly, mulled wine. A short welcome to this… Read More
I had forgotten how purposeless words can hold a special meaning. Just like driving endlessly on the smallest roads, with no possibility whatsoever to get lost since we have no destination. And… Read More
Hi, I'm Fanny. A French girl turned pastry chef - now in the north of Sweden, after six years in London - not unlike a roller-coaster over the Baltic Sea. I will draw on you and make cakes until dawn. I love acorns and many more things.