Art of the crepe!





Love a beautiful crepe, masterful in detail of its presentation, to be enjoyed twice. Once in visuals, then in devouring.

This is poetry from creation, a consious part of the preprarers pride on both what’s inside and outside, for a dish that brings heavenly delight to your senses.

The crepe itself was from Crepe de France, a small cafe within Seattle’s Pike Place market. It was full of strawberries, topped with nutella and whip. The texture of the pancake itself was fantastique!

– Orion T

The worst love stories never die…

“We only drink animal blood, but it’s your scent. It’s like a drug to me. It’s like you’re my own personal brand of heroin.” – Edward Cullin

The worst love stories never die. They often become unforgettable creatures of the night finding ways to haunt as surreal, haunting apparitions floating in our strange minds.

– Orion T

The above taken through a long, very tired walk through Seattle’s Capitol Hill district.