We ordered the same catalogues and hiked through dusty passes with the girls. Stopping every now and then to help them with their backpacks. Placing our hands on their warm, moist shoulders,and gazing off at the fire sunsets. We drank tea with them in a water pavilion. We did whatever we wanted. Cecilia hadn’t died. She was a bride in Calcutta. The only way we felt close to the girls was through these impossible excursions which have scared us forever, making us happier with dreams than wives.
New chvrches tour poster (though just realised this isn’t the final text). On sale at the shows listed and from me later in the year!
Photograph by Willy Vanderperre; styled by Edward Enniful; W magazine November 2013.
