She’s the girl who adds heaps of honey to her whiskey to make it a little sweeter. Travelling to different places, she sees only art and beauty. Seizing it in her soul. She’s curious, and you’re curious of her.
Intrigued by why she only takes her eggs sunny side up and why she wears a watch but is never quite on time. She lives by her own clock, her mind is a garden of colour, everything in bloom, constantly transforming, one minute your waking up to her pulling silly faces, the next minute she's lost in poetry.
Her world is a technicolour of dreams and you could watch it on repeat.