Photos By Ben
Just chilling around near Sydney's infamous 'The Gap. I usually prefer to come here at night when you can't see how big the drop is, but you can hear the crashing of waves onto the rocks somewhere below in the near silent night. It somehow has a moody and tortured yet romantic vibe which reminds me of many a Keats poem...
"The moving waters at their priestlike task,
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores"... ringing any bells...anyone?
Well I guess that's just me then!
I had a bit of a 90s thing going on yesterday what with my cropped denim jacket and flatforms but hopefully it still looks modern enough? Happy sunday