On a day when London was exploding with rose bushes we strolled down towards Shoreditch and Hoxton Market.
In quirky shops and luxurious boutiques we scavenged for the last piece of a present for one of our favourite boys.
It was all open windows playing music everywhere. Exactly what I miss the most in the midst of the heavy winter.
I have no clue what it is he does but he makes me twist in laughter all the freaking time when we hang out, today no different.
With wrapped gifts in our hands we headed up to London Fields.
To have ice coffees in the sun with Stenberg.
And the birthday boy Sabouné.
With drinks in our hands we joined Olivia and Jared with their friends in the park.
Some played American football and others read Tintin.
And then Saboune got to open his presents (filled with glittery kitty stickers as boys need even more of them). Lots of Aesop products, a bottle opener from my favourite boutique Labour & Wait and the book What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami as Seb runs goddamn marathons!
In the evening we hung out in Jared and Olivia’s empty flat in Hackney Downs, drinking Coronas before having Turkish food at a restaurant in Dalston.
That night we went to a Greek punk night at the Victoria on Queensbridge Road. As one does? It was so surreal and the people you see in the photo were literally the only ones there apart from us. The best thing was when the guy to the left climbed up on the wall and then tried to spit and scare the crowd which resulted in him falling down. So awkward, so good.
I felt that the night had climaxed then and there so I left Daniel and Jared behind before the last two bands played and instead had ice cream in bed while watching True Blood (and I know I’m like 5 years behind but oh lord it’s good).