No sound, no noise, no buzz of a fan from the India below. A similar soft breeze, now comforted by a duvet.
Scented sprays of luxury, rather than to cover the stench of urine.
The tick tock of my clock, a comforting comparison to the patter of a mouses urgency.
This week was my first week interning at Condé Nast, working at the archives of British Vogue. I wanted to work within the archive to open my mind to a world of images and content and I can honestly say that it has. All day i am surrounded by imagery, I because of it have started to organise…