. . . have you ever had one of those days where, despite the amount of work left to do before the weekend and the millions of things in daybooks and on to-do lists, you work obliviously, at your own languid pace, not minding even little that nothing seems to be getting done? today was one of those days — happily, it’s friday . . .
[alice eve by ruven afanador for the august issue of tatler uk via amour-love]