things. (i too want stripes and red lipstick)

On Thursday evening I went to see the Ars 11 exibithion at the Kiasma museum of modern art in Helsinki.On a whole, it was absolutely beautiful (and a most welcome contrast to my oh so suit-clad and buried in documents everyday life).

Lately, Colour

birds. and brunch. all in grey

On Sunday, the sun was hiding again and at first glance the city, in all of its impressive greyness, appeared about as merry as an Edith Södergran poem. But looking a little bit closer, and deciding to ignore my toes, protesting in the freezing sleet (I get it, I get it, March is still a sock-month, fine!), I noticed a ton of colours, hidden in the grayscale. I'm not sure whether I ever realised before... ducks are shiny! Glittering, almost, in green and blue and grey.

in the sun

I am very aware of that it's been a while since I did a proper, long post... I apologise. It's been quite hectic at my work lately and I simply haven't had the time to play around nor to take as many pictures as I would like (and the umpteenth Stockmann takeout salad I have had for dinner right before falling asleep on my sofa incredibly boring, after all). But last Friday I finally finished a project that has been killing me for a while, and so this weekend was all about relaxing and rediscovering the life I had all but forgotten that I had. And, on top of everything, P was here, which was absolutely perfect! I'm glad he wasn't around one weekend earlier when I was pulling out my hair over all my deadlines, though...

my favourite Helsinki, part 2

A few days ago I found myself sitting at the Llama Bar in Helsinki, discussing everything from photography to the French ban on burqas with a bunch of very enthousiastic friends I've known for about as long as I care to remember. It was that kind of an evening that makes you wish you were an artist instead of your actual healf-hearted corporate self and that you could spend every evening discussing existentialism over a cold beer in the candlelight.

a Menu or a Mess? You Choose.

Random?

Yes, I know.



Because, right now, there are too many things on my mind... And most of them are not too clever.

It's been a year (and it doesn't surprise me)

I'm so proud. A year ago one of my most precious friends started something so many Serious People thought was impossible, and today we all know it worked. He put a good idea into practice... the best coffee I know. Better than Starbucks - with the pidgeons in place des Vosges, even.

And tonight I realised that I have changed. Perhaps for good. A year ago, I stumbled home after dancing all night, miserably longing for something long since lost. Tonight I walked home in my ridiculously high and beautiful red heels, light at heart and missing something completely different.

The poetry of the late night streets of Paris.

 

Ruby red magic shoes by Pura Lopez. Thank you to my beautiful friend Johanna for capturing them on film. Neither of us had anything to do with the oranges, really.