katie in her favourite place

dom's favourite place

a favourite place of sebs

laura marling

laura marling, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

view from the window

view from the window, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

dale

dale, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

fleet foxes

fleet foxes, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

green man, brecon.

theme park and bombay bicycle club, cardiff.

rhiannon in her favourite place

for my documentary project i have decided to photograph my friends and family in their favourite places.

man without country

lucy rose jam

warpaint

i'm sticking to my guy like a stamp to a letter
like birds of a feather we'll stick together.
i'm telling you from the start
i won't be torn apart from my guy. 

days in

a little hungover. a little tired. a little bit of tea to make it all better.

kate nash

kate nash, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

kate nash

kate nash, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

when i was younger i saw a house burn down and i walked past it for the next six years
derelict black chalky and dangerous i wondered if squatters lived there?
still not sure but i know there were not any parties coz it was a shit hole
after a while the council got round to tidying up the town
they decided it was an eye sore so they tore it down
behind the house there was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word cunt written in giant letters and now i walk pass that

Untitled, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Untitled, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

wild nothing

wild nothing, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

because our lips won't last forever
and that's exactly why
i'd rather live in dreams and I'd rather die
because our lips won't last forever
and that's exactly why
i'd rather live in dreams and I'd rather die

green man

green man, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

~the wishing tree.~
wanderers this morning came by
where did they go
graceful in the morning light
to banner fair
to follow you softly
in the cold mountain air

Untitled, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

wine, sunsets and camping

Untitled, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

today i went for a walk along a cliff edge and it was quite windy, wearing nothing but a pair of chinos and polo shirt i felt pretty much frozen. we scrambled down some smooth, slippery rocks to a bay and i don’t know why but i had a real urge to swim. so i ran and ran towards the waters edge and shed my clothes as i ran, it was quite cold. luckily as i swam deeper and deeper i became warmer and warmer. it was wonderful and the sea was absolutely haunted, no one was around apart from my mother and i, we jumped over the incoming waves in a rhythmic fashion and the only thing i could hear was our laughter, giddy and childlike. it was as if we had forgotten that it was 14 degrees outside.

laura marling. i am from salinas where the women go for ever and they never ever stop to ask why. my mother was a saviour of six foot of bad behaviour with long blonde curly hair down to her thigh. oh my mother, oh my friends, ask the angels will i ever see heaven again?

his fingers blurred before my eyes, playing a magnificent improvisation of beauty. the keys pounding in the back of my eyelids as i closed them shut every so slightly. the sound carried me to somewhere i had never been and i felt like i was sailing. ever since then i have always wanted to go sailing, have those misty sea drops cover my face like a blanket and for my fingers to cling onto cold poles of metal. i want to go sailing.

rhian

rhian, a photo by sunshineinyourteacup on Flickr.

lucy rose. and she takes the night bus home. she's not phased by the darkness in her soul. and you barely catch a glimpse of her, because she's wrapped tightly, hiding in her clothes. 

walks to a hill, smokes and summer sun