We Met On Orchard Road
It was time for me to sit down and strap myself to my laptop for a photo-processing extravaganza; I thought it would be great to just work – open Adobe Lightroom and tweak, tone and crop to my hearts content. I figured, before I go to Ireland I could have a trove of wonderful content to publish and put my Instagram on auto-pilot. It was a perfect plan. But, I only got through six photos. Hey, give me a break …I’m notoriously bad at getting shit done. You’d gasp at all the amazing photos I’m just hoarding away in the cloud. In fact, I’ll go ahead and say it right now: I am definitely worth more dead than alive.
I imagine when I’m dead someone will finally finish all the work I have stashed away, it’s a curse really. But
I was jet-lagged in Singapore. Being the sleepless beauty that I was, I decided I’d like to go out on Orchard Road, the super-chic shopping strip that crazy rich
And then I found her. She’s really a troublemaker. I can’t post some of the pictures as we might’ve been arrested for our shenanigans. Just know we fell in and out of love, bodies drenched in rain and sweat, on a pastel