To my readers who have been following the blog for the last two years, and to those who have tuned in just now, here's wishing your 2011 be delightful and...
H&M jacket, April 77 jeans
It was my brother, my sister, and I on the street outside our house on New Year's Eve: the air was smoky, the sky awash with fireworks, and the music blaring from my iPod dock was almost as loud as the explosions on the ground and up above. We really didn't feel like dancing, nor did we feel like spending the first couple of hours of the year sewing the footage up into a music video.
From my set of crazy siblings to yours, happy new year.