sometimes i wish i had more time to be creative. dare to ‘draw dance dream’ you know, the things that keep you sane. starting this blog was supposed to be my creative outlet, my artistic license into the alternative artistic world. working in digital i have little time to input into what has suddenly become a sporadicly chaotic mix up of digital, fashion and useless bits and bobs. but yesterday – thanks to a good friend – i found this blog… a perfectly pretty, petite portal of palatable pictures and precious pieces of poetry (even though boubou is from paris and its mostly written in french) it made me want to frolic freely in fields of flowers in france. au revoir et salut!