Mar 6, 2017
“We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can’t bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She’s written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she’s ever had.”
On seeing the 100% perfect girl one beautiful April morning, Haruki Murakami
Model Tessa Burton Photography Inez Moro Styling Carla Villanueva Makeup Anacleta Paredes