This has been my mantra for sometime now. Unfortunately, it doesn’t translate to ice cream.
Link: Olly Moss.
(on both mantra and ice cream)
Re Mantra: agree.
Re Translation: Nor to hot chocolate in my case, an other maltranslations around?
Thanks for the great “feet”-mag!
Haha, I’m the same way! When it comes to food, my eyes are bigger than my stomach! And I just went through your Feet Issue, and I LOVED it. You constantly amaze me with amazing art and truly creative issues!!! As always, I can’t wait till the next one!
haha, I agree!
Ice cream falls under the “exceptional substances” clauses of the rule, along with books and cashmere and trips to Paris.
(PS – I’m adding my voice to the resounding chorus – great job with this issue. Every month I’m blown away. So inspiring!)
I keep reminding myself of this but my vice is the Op Shop.
You are right. When it comes to ice cream, I always prefer more:)
Oh than you so so much, Steph! :)
Hahaha…no; it does not translate to ice cream. Even when it’s the half fat Haagen Dazs stuff. ‘Cause then you give yourself carte blanche to eat the whole pint. Alone. ;-)
OH! i adore Olly’s work. On bad days I just goes through his flickr site (he and his friends are so beautiful!! and his use of light.. *faint*)