The last pictures I took at Marstrand. It was the last day of my visit there and it was a perfect one as well. The sun wasn’t even shining but it was perfect in the sense that I had no plans. Just as a day of summer freedom should be: spontaneous.
The Swedish west coast is heavenonearth. Right now I’m trying to transform my sour milk colored body into something with a bit warmer shade. Any color will do – as long as I don’t have to blind people around me with my shiny white legs anymore.