[Hello April] The not-so-official April day-dream list. I want café frappés, the best euphemism of a kind that involves milkshakes for breakfast. I want to wear a sequin top and leopard ballerines… Read more.
[Hello September] I’ve been falling asleep to bigger-than-life fairy-lights; of the skyscraper kind. I’ve been talking too loud. And I’ve French-kissed, at times with a reason, most of the time without. I’ve… Read more.
[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.
[Hello April] Last night, I might not have been there when the flap clock on my wall roared and clicked – just like the train-station departures board of my grand-mother’s village –… 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.