sara baume

Winter at last. Autumn was far too hot. And yet here come all the incubated paranoias that characterise seasonal confinement.

Welcome to the atypical existence I have constructed for myself compressed into several pages of a wordpress site. I apologise in advance for talking about myself. I try to make up for it by being the only person in the world not on Facebook. I promise that in real life I will always ask more questions about you than provide information about me.

Autumn again so it’s back to something like structure, city sundays, washing that does not miraculously wash itself. No more green things for a while, unless you count the funsize wilderness out the back. Below, some momentos from the summer; travels, sunshine and makings.