The saying goes , I’d rather be his Sunday morning than Saturday night .. or something like that… but Friday’s have always been my thing…
They have changed, dramatically. Why would I want it any other way?
It begins and ends with her .. a little smile , a tiny nose… a willingness to explore our city at night. A wailing about of arms as she heads for the door. A parka being forced over her head.
Every new sound and flash of light is met with a squeal of happiness and excitement. We live for the vibrance , the noise , knowing that we live on the surface of our cities pulse.
Hearts racing we mission from pizza spot to gelato cafes. Dropping into Pakistani shops in high tops. She’s just a year , already running the neighborhood.
Traffic lights, pavements , an array of take outs, mountain backdrops and the sea on our doorstep …
This is what it means to me .. raising Alaïa as thecitymom.com , no white picket fence needed.
Captured by: Ghouthia Toffa
Ally’s jacket and hat: H&M
Mama: RE:DEMIN @ Woolworths