This is my au naturel style cover of a song that is very dear to me. No makeup, no background music, just this song.
The message in "Fuel Up" by Stornoway couldn't be more current to anyone at age nineteen.
When I listen to music I search for many things. Sometimes it is in the beauty of the lyrics, like in this song. The compilation of the music is lovely but ceases to matter when the actual words being sung are like poetry.
This is something I tried to convey by filming this new kind of cover; the subtlety of the crescendos and the rawness of my naked face are trying to reveal a different side of this song, a different side of myself.
July 24, 2014
We seek it constantly, long for it in times of turmoil, and when we sense it, we can't get enough.
What I've been doing all summer is reminding myself of all the wonderful experiences that bring the greatest pleasure. And not only reminding myself of them, but surrounding myself by them. An aesthetic at heart, I love beautiful sights, ravishing textures, and fresh scents. To add to a long list of pleasures, parks are certainly one of them.
What could be better than to spend a day with my beau in the most beautiful botanical gardens in the world?
That's right. Nothing.
I have been coming here since I was eleven years old, and I vividly remember holding running contests with my cousins on these lush clearings, in between the friendly rows of exotic trees.
Kew Gardens is filled with hundreds of these sweet wooden benches, that all have eulogies written on them. It is so lovely to see their love for the gardens immortalized in this way.
Kew Gardens seemed to be just about as happy to us and we were to see it because it was in full, beautiful, bloom.
Yes, I look four. Just deal.
It is such an adventure to roam around these massive botanical gardens because it is so different everywhere you turn. A grand Pagoda on one end, rose gardens, Japanese gardens, and rhododendron dells on the other.
Being held by the warm air, glistening sunshine and amazing flora was one hell of a manifestation of the wonder of old Mother Nature. Mmm, pleasure.
dress by brandy melville
purse by kate spade
earrings by chanel
It is almost as if time has stood still here, with its lovely Victorian greenhouses and pathways.
And yes, I am looking at life through rose-tinted glasses.
July 16, 2014
Brick Lane welcomes us as Banglatown, with Indian chaps pulling us into empty but suspiciously clean curry joints. The graffiti begins to appear. First slowly and then in a fell swoop. Massive murals adorning entire buildings yell lavender, pink, black and army green.
Banglatown ends and indiecity opens. Young people dressed in aged denim and clever combinations, sporting full floppy hairstyles and beautiful colours of skin. Organic street food, bakeries and art galleries fill the street that has invented a new way of living.
We plow through dusty vintage shops where old life is renewed: a new bum fills an ancient pair of jeans and old sweat cocktails with new in worn shoes. After trying on a couple different identities we hop back onto the lane.
We sit in this fairylight lit nordic café of aged wood, Marimekko pillows and cozy written all over it. Midsummer flowers fill mason jars and decorate heads. Birch trees and conrete floors argue who is more hip.
top by urban outfitters
shorts by levi's
purse by kate spade
Here we sit, scrawling away, sipping the coffee we pretend to despise back home. Ben Howard loops on the stereo and I feel I am home.
July 9, 2014
This Paris state of mind is a wonderful hologram of beauty and cheap wine, dusty bookstores and literary classics, sunsets and the stench of pee on the sidewalks. The way of life here settles into its own unique pace: steps get slower, the sun feels closer, streets feel more fantastical and wine gets me drunker.
For me as a visitor, Paris seems a paradise of romance and a hub of movements past. Even though the street corners smell of pee
(by the way it is absolutely impossible to find a bathroom in this city it is ridiculous!)
and the awful souvenir shops and tourist restaurants pollute the vicinity of landmarks, once you find a silent street or a bistro filled with locals it feels as if everything you imagined is a reality.
We did our fair share of exploring the Latin quarter and with its art streets, bookshops and quiet rues, it quickly became one of my favourite spots of all.
Reading Henry Miller in the Luxembourg Gardens
unintentional outfit twins
Old men reading became characters of a sort in my head. Lightly leafing through old opuses without a care in the world.
skirt by mango
shirt by mango
purse by kate spade
When I travel I try my best to feel the spirit of the city, to communicate with it. Due to the unreal beauty Paris has offered us it seems simply a delirious trip of la vie en rose. Illusion or not, I am up for believing it.
p.s. my IB results arrived (more on them later) and I am now definitely moving to England! (insert shriek here)