The sky was dramatic, think “Wuthering Heights” dramatic. It was somewhere between ‘teenage angst’ and ‘existential crisis’; so, you know, it couldn’t decide between a storm and sunshine. Having stopped at a winery *remember that whole ‘car sickness prone kid so we have to schedule stops’ thing?* I thought that it was the perfect place to get pictures with a dramatic and France-esque feel. *which I totally ruined by the way, by naming the feeling I was going for. It’s like pointing out the moment: ruins the moment.* Whatever, no one ever accused me of being graceful and artless.
Back to the story: ever the indulgent man, Andrew took the photos I composed for him and only grunted about it once. *maybe twice* After a few minutes, however, an employee came out smiling and quite politely kicked us the f**k out of the vineyard. Apparently, we’re not allowed in there. That’s fine. I bought two bottles of wine as penance. I was really sore to suffer that penance. *wink wink*
Dress – Vintage from Black Diamond Vintage
Sunnies – Simons
Boots – Gypsy Found Objects
Roland LeggeAugust 22, 2018
Beautiful photos of you! Have you tried the wine? I hope it is good.
JoHaughtonAugust 22, 2018
Yes, the Rose they do is delicious. I’m not a rose fan, but I love how dry and full of flavor it is.