As I was going through stuff to throw away the other day (an urge I always get when I’ve been temporarily living somewhere else for a while, and come to realise how much unnecessary stuff I have in my home), I found an old Laura Ashley fashion brochure I had stolen from my mum a long time ago. The clothes in it were totally uninteresting, but the photographs were quite nice. Among them the following:
Ah, those were the days, when I could do that kind of things without thinking twice. Now, eight years later, it would devastate my self-esteem if I’d ever catch myself ripping off a composition like that …
