soft rebellion
There’s lipstick on the teacup, lace on the lampshade, and a typewriter balanced on the edge of the bed. You’re painting your nails while your best friend cuts up old magazines, and no one remembers what day it is. Outside, the world is doing whatever it does. In here, time moves slowly—like a watercolor daydream. A love letter to lounging, satin slips, and blowing smoke out the cracked window.
Inspired by slumber party nostalgia, Hugo Grenville paintings, and girlhood.
Stay toasted, xx.
