am rearranging a few things here and couldn’t bear to lose this dilapidated beauty forever in the void.
matthew saunders. kingsland road. london.
matty’s space is uniquely dilapidated + sentimental, a time-worn collage of life, love + laughter. he has been living in the space for just on five years alongside some of london’s top creatives. i first met matty as a neighbour and grabbed him and the space days before it was all coming to an end as he jets off on a tour of the states. what you see speaks volumes about who he really is – singer, songwriter, poet, romantic, also devilishly handsome and an absolute darling to boot. his personal space is lost in time, there is no reference to common popular society aside from his mac, the odd + empty bottle of vino and a bottle of kalms. refreshing + romantic.