From mottled gray to shapeless white in a single afternoon; via a tiny hour of truly heinous nicotine vintage yellow.
The wallpapers are on - gone is the basement charm of the place, replaced by an artsy coolness, if it weren't for all the plugs and tubes sticking out of the walls.
1 comment:
Hallo lieber Henna, ich finde Deine Fotos wunderbar! Sie rufen das Esserlebnis wieder in meinen Mund. Danke schön! Irmgard
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