oh yea...mallorca.

fog rolling in over the mountains of deia.

watercolors on the floor of my hotel room.

palma with courtney and the group.

nothing but facade.

crack of sky.

trespassing, backstreets.

catedral de palma de mallorca.

gaudy, gaudi shit.

es baluard museu d'art modern i contemporani

train to sóller

follow the leader x blind contour drawings.

quality time with my self-timer on the hike down to cala de deia.

cala de deia.

so, turns out i went to mallorca two weeks ago, but only just got around to uploading photos. now, sitting in my room in shit-cold københavn, traffic rumbling on the street outside open window, struggling to bring myself to acknowledge winter. i miss the fresh olives, the orange groves, the blinding sun, and the dead silence in the pitch black of night; so friggin' over noise pollution.