Our globetrotting enfant terrible and name-double rock star left as fast as she came. Two weeks of eating, scrubbing, tossing, talking, music and shopping made everyone's life a bit better during the imminent onset of the Canadian winter. For some of us (ahem) it was more of a hangoverus interruptus, but that didn't mean it was any less worthwhile. I am however getting too old for that kind of torture of the liver, and my body is desperately trying to tell me it's no longer 28 years old. For a few days now.
The planned 'official' portrait sessions will have to wait till next time, so for now there's a handful of speedy Instax prints. Which all now reside in Hong Kong, where they belong. See you soon again.