journalinfinity {3}

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an early summer day. we were lying in the sun. surrounded by pretty flowers. and he said, I could die here right now. and I secretly thought the same.

now, a couple of weeks later, I’m left alone with my fears. so many of them. paralysing me. I thought there was no such thins as fearing your own fears, but I’ve been proven wrong.

there is this thing I really want to make happen. instead, I stay nestled in my very own fortress. hiding from the rest of the world.

this is about to change. I’m off to work on the business plan. wish me luck. x

ps. the picture above is very much like an accidental and genuine polaroid quote (minus the polaroid part, that is).

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inspirationuntitled {3}

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this moves me. turning the ordinary into beauty. or perhaps more possibly, underlining the beauty of the ordinary.

when I stepped into room eleven of tate modern’s fifth floor, I was in awe. all those daily objects – part of an installation created by Peter Fischli and David Weiss – are in fact sculptures. I could have stayed there for hours. consciously scanning the details that I would have probably overlooked in my everyday life.

art is this for me. opening a new window to our lives. getting us to think about what surrounds us. and maybe, more simply, making us apperceptive.

what kind of art moves you? to me it’s all about hidden beauty and melancholic words.

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journalhier {2}

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along with every new season that comes, some images become less and less blurry.

bright red cherries, endless nights, hot white sand, splashes of sea water, glasses of golden-coloured wine.

I love summer.

I only wish I was living closer to my three favourite girls of the universe, whose names coincidentally all start with an A. because to me, a summer is not one without them. x

what makes you fall in love with summer?

ps. totally unrelated, but I think it’s safe to say that my favourite lunch ever is: avocado + tomatoes + spring onions + red chillies + coriander + lemon juice + prawns. love love love.

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journalthe golden hour {3}

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I woke up to the most gorgeous shades of gold. this new morning light feels exciting. x

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journalwindows we can see {0}

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a short talk. about life, aims, and dreams. a new friend that I hope to keep forever. sometimes – like today – I feel grateful for life to place such amazing people on my path.

she gave me the confidence I needed. to not forget about my dreams ever again. to not erase myself just to please someone else.

it’s like looking at me through a window. and realising that I can make it right.

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journallost and found {4}

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I seem to have lost myself somewhere lately. in between work and – perhaps more significantly – devotion to the one person I thought I loved.

but as I got a roll of film developped for the first time in weeks, I coincidentally found myself again.

and I feel happy. as happy as if a warm summer breeeze would brush the sand of a wild beach and I could hear the sound of the rolling waves. I miss the ocean. so I drink a lot of water to make up for it.

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