[Western under the snow] There was the noise our feet made on the ground. There was the darkness. And yet, our world felt like millions of shooting stars were falling around us.… Read More
A dream crossed of the list. On Saturday night. It was late. Much too late to be awake, really. I was wearing my favourite leopard leggings and a thick wool dress. And… Read More
[Six o'clock in the morning] This morning, too early for people to be awake and too late for party-bunnies to be asleep, the pavement seemed covered in snow. Glitters, cigarette ends and… 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.
Made with in London