10 Images With: Claire Thomas, Los Angeles

Nearly mid-November and all the leaves have moved past oranges and reds to the final yellows before falling, falling and the pavements are scattered with them.

There is a certain romance to the hours after dark: candlelight falling across old wood, a game of chess left unfinished, the last glass of wine beside a stack of books.

There is a moment, somewhere between the last warm afternoons and the first properly cold mornings, when getting dressed begins to feel interesting again.

There is always something slightly astonishing about September, the way the light seems to withdraw almost before one has noticed it going. Autumn is still four days away, officially, yet the rains have come already, and last night, sometime before eight, I looked up and realised that the day had nearly disappeared.