Asphalt, people. Bare and beautiful asphalt. I have been encountering more and more spots of bare asphalt in the city – and let me tell you – I’ve never been more pleased to see such a glorious sight as this grey bitumen. While the dust from the heaps of salt used this winter has only just begun to settle, there’s a new hint of hope in the air. Hope that soon all the remaining traces of winter will disappear and the sun will shine again. In anticipation of the thaw, I thought I’d share some of my favourite *spring thangs* that I can’t wait to bust out. Continue reading
the rêve head 