Harry’s nostalgia for a time not his own should be obnoxious but it really, really isn’t. It’s a love for an aesthetic, a love for art and a part of how he chooses to express what he loves most out of life, and I completely understand that. Vintage-looking photographs of long legs and collars, literally baring his chest, styled specifically, cozy sweater in fields and at home, mostly looking right into the camera lens. I’m actually in love with this Harry, and I’m especially in love with the way he expresses himself vocally, even as vague as he is, because that’s all part of it. His love for his band, his love for his experiences and his love for himself are genuinely inspiring. I’m glad to read that he’s happy. Good for you, Harry.
HEY YOU THERE! Demon hunter! ...Keep being awesome. (love your stuff btw)