A for ever summer. Perhaps in Iceland. Yes an endless summer exploring the muddy roads of the island couldn’t sound better. Picking raspberries. And blueberries too. Maybe even cloudberries. An illustration in… Read More
The sound of wind through the trees. And of leaves under our boots too. The hidden world behind puddles. Knowing that Christmas is just around. Because, really, the best thing about Christmas… Read More
The sound of his voice in my head. And his hands tickling the back of my neck. The lullaby of raindrops crashing on the ground. The purr of a washing machine. Or… 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.