Love when people send me images like these, of strangers reading my books across the world. It’s still so odd to me, when I really stop to think about it, that such intimate thoughts from my journals make it into the hands of other people, people who bathe on the riviera, then hang their wet bathing suits on a terrace to dry. People who only wear bottoms. People who use Cannes as a verb. People who can speak French and Italian, but who dream in Spanish.

2 YEARS AGO: Ass Acne
5 YEARS AGO: Likeness Leads to Liking, Kingsmont, Colang & Shane