When Rihanna said ‘round and around and around and around we go’ she wasn’t kidding.
I’ve realized that everything does go round and around, it’s all just one big circle with tiny circles in them. Everything is constantly changing, moving and becoming bigger or smaller than you’d ever imagined it to be. And it doesn’t end there because there are pauses in this circle, or should I say breaks? You’re just left wondering if you know where you’re going or what you’re doing and if any of this means something at the end or if there is an end at all?
Would you believe me if I told you this thought came to me as I was looking at the clothes go round and around in a machine at Dhobi Ghat?
Can’t possibly think of summer without my top knot-esque buns.
We shot this at Dhobi Ghat during a Photography field trip, thanks Pingu.
In other news, you think I would be bored with crop tops by now, but NO.