I Left London For Texas (And Other Things That Are Insane) at The Blind Hem
I spent two years in London, studying the art of Fashion Journalism and suffering through the most debilitating migraines of my life. I lived near Finsbury Park tube station, in a walk-up flat in an Edwardian town house. My room was small, painted red, and the walls had settled away from the floor, leaving a two-inch gap that my father tried to plug with weather stripping once when he was visiting. The wind would howl through the small space and I would huddle, crying from the pain, under ten blankets in my twin-sized bed.
words & photo © Katy Jones