Weekend. If Sunday was a colour

big_bbce973e0b62b8b2885c9d0052ece498Sundays are for Brunch, elaborate lattes, strolls on the park, sofa + pyjama conversations, sun-soaked runs to the grocers, train trips out of the city, going to the movies to watch Casablanca, girlfriend gossip behind sunglasses and ice cream, the sound of waves and sand between your feet.

And to complete my utopian ideal of the perfect Sunday, baby blue skies and a city scape featuring pastel architecture, typography and neon.

Pure eye candy.


e927e90cd65fdf67186159f98f443e75397cd158e3be59cf77d6f5f1ca75e917baf03ac6738019a437211cd162ed974b858e74b5d1ef147536bb1cd961278ca4d1645c3e053a55dc0c3853d9871e51a33d4c85781bdefabcf68b2fd15e8ee972d4685577041f0a4ac9a637d8ecf008f49651312ceee056e1343e96592414485cefecbb610dd3aaea00385ddc6532192ea1d5892af98c8789fe52849e90a700cce8230a358085519c1af593214640e5f8a9a5475df56eb16558d72e96de4c401e424de463f600a6e29126cbcaeb74ea3eAnd because no Sunday is complete without a soundtrack, here are some of my weekend basics