Tennis racquets for window jambs. Definitely. The New England tennis set in full effect.
Wool trousers. Very adorable. Generally I find male children exceedingly tedious and rather gross. This one was not so bad. He was nice. The world hasn't come to him yet. May it never. May it never. May it never.
Here comes the bride.
This kid was awesome. She wasn't havin' any of it. All the pomp and circumstance just did not impress this one. Dorothy Parker reincarnate.
The weighty wait...
Swedish. Raised in Switzerland. Semi-professional tennis player. Enjoys swimming and beer brewed by Trappist monks. Currently living in London buying and flipping high end real estate. Hopes to soon launch a business selling extremely expensive towels to the elites of the world. I'm absolutely certain it is all going to work out for him. In fact, I'm more certain of this than perhaps anything I've ever been certain of in my entire life.
Lovers in love. Alone at last.