[Hello July] It’s raining. And somehow, we’re once again having winter in July. It seems to be a standard these days. And really, I could just write a letter to July. Not… Read More
[Hello June] May has been a little crazy. Of the runs in the park slash flight to France slash rosé et mauresque with Anna-Sarah (every single night) slash book writing slash turning… Read More
When home means finally-untangled hair, the sound of waves that won’t quit our minds – oh and of the shower he’s into two-open-doors away while this song is playing on repeat, only… Read More
[Hello July] The first night of July smelled like freshly-cut grass. We could hear planes over our heads and, at that exact moment, it reminded me the evening we spent sat on… 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
I wake up to darkness, sleepy faces, and cold winds. I go home to darkness, empty streets, and many thoughts. In between, there is flour. And sugar. And butter. Lots of each.… Read More
Hi, I'm Fanny. A French girl turned London pastry chef, not unlike a roller-coaster. I will draw on you and make cakes until dawn. I love acorns and many more things.
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