Galleria di Arna Karls

Home from the night out but still too wired to think about sleep — this dress gave up on me about an hour ago and I haven't bothered fixing it. Want to keep me awake?

There's a whole exhibition of strangers caught on camera without knowing they were being watched. I've been on both sides of a lens long enough to know which one I like better. Which side would you put me on?

The dark is finally back and the sky paid up — first aurora I've seen in months and I'm out here in barely enough to stay warm. Don't want to go inside yet. You seeing this too?

Last night of the jazz festival and I'm not ready for it to end. Found a spot by the glass where the whole harbour turns gold and the music bleeds out through the walls. Stay for the final set with me?

Everyone packed up and left the studio but I'm still lying here exactly how the last frame caught me. Want to see what the camera didn't?

Out on the highland trail before anyone else and the cold finally feels like it means it — summer's already packing up. Dropped my jacket at the top of the ridge and the wind found every inch of skin I forgot I had. You'd like the view from up here.

Washed the whole festival off my skin and now I can't decide if round two is worth getting dressed for. Talk me into it?

Slipped home between sets to change — this top has been through too many crowds today. Caught myself in the hallway mirror and thought you should see what all that dancing did before I cover it back up. Coming to the next set or staying here with me?

Jazz festival opened today and I'm already camped at the best table in the house with a coffee that's gone cold because I keep forgetting to drink it. Tell me you'd sit through every set with me.

The opening set just ended and my whole body is still vibrating. There's a bass line caught somewhere in my ribs and I can't stop smiling at strangers. Come find me before the next one starts.