I have this café completely made up in my head. The afternoon sun hits these worn wood tables through the front windows. You hear low chatter, spoons clinking against pottery, and whatever quiet music is playing in the background. It smells like dark coffee, warm cake, and cinnamon. The cups are handmade, a little crooked,…
Category: Japan
My Colour Analysis Experience in Seoul
I’ve always gravitated toward blues, greens, and pastels, cool, calm tones. If you looked at my wardrobe before this trip, that’s pretty much all you’d find. Maybe the occasional autumn shade, but I never really wore those with any confidence. Red? Never. Gold jewelry? I always reached for silver without a second thought. Then I…