posts from canon 400D


uncategorisedunintentionally {one}

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a squash pretends to be an acorn. the pavement hides underneath a thick carpet of golden leaves. some chestnuts tarts are being made.

a collection of small happenings that – unintentionally – celebrate the new season.

it’s been one of those days today. a day where the only camera worth photographing with rhymes with impossible and the only music worth listening to involves raindrops.

tomorrow, I’m back to work. with too many side-projects in mind. projects like gathering foliage for an herbarium, finishing my application to the awards of excellence, photographing what surrounds me, writing love lettres, finding the perfect coat, or creating pâtisserie e-courses for foodbeam.

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journalsous la pluie {one}

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two friends. a damn rainy day. we venture to a vide-grenier. only to end up wet to the bones, with arms full of vintage things.

as soon as we got home, we could help but arrange them on a small table. we were so thrilled.

and then, we made an apple and cinnamon strudel. in the end, rainy days make for the best days ever.

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journalsixteen {one}

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sixteen days. a little over a hundred pictures taken. my canon has become my friend again. I just miss my pentax slightly too much.

as for today’s picture. well, an after-work drink with a friend who’s leaving for dubai. the fairy lights have stolen my heart.

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food, handmade, journalfourteen {3}

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day one of vanilla extract making. hopefully, I’ll document this on foodbeam.

I had been dreaming of producing my very own vanilla loveliness for a long time. too long in fact. make this my first achievement for Elsie’s simple goals project.

one. make vanilla extract.
two. eat healthily.
three. draw more.
four. find out what I really want to do.

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journalthirteen {comments closed}

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an early morning picture for a change. drying laundry. ephemeral sunlight. I don’t want those summer days to go. ever.

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food, journalten {2}

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today’s grey weather and light rain have pushed me into a much-loved state of cosiness.

wrapped into a warm wool cardigan, I crossed the street to buy some eggs and milk. crêpe time!

crêpes are the ultimate comfort food for me. and the recollection of my dad making them by the stove while my mum, sister and I were longing in front of our plates might have had an impact.
definitely, a part of our happy family.

what’s your favourite comfort food? and mostly, why?

ps. for the record, here is my go-to recipe. never fails to please hungry friends. in a bowl, mix 300g of flour, a pinch of salt, and two eggs. then gradually add 500g of milk. mixing well after every addition. finally, incorporate a small glass of water to thin up the batter slightly.
cook into a hot pan, making sure you grease it with a little butter every now and then

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journaleight {comments closed}

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a day was skipped. an ice-cream van was spotted just outside from work. a delicious white chocolate sponge with apricots and pistachio ice-cream was made.

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food, journalsix {comments closed}

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sometimes, I just like to pause and explore the surroundings. the energy. the precision. and the passion. it’s so beautiful it all seems like a dream.

patisserie, check on! and there. I wake up and get the desserts ready. service please, table eleven!

what leaves you dreamy about your job?

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journalfive {5}

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egerton gardens are my very own desert island. somewhere where I could live for the rest of my life. with very little.

some books, and a large kitchen to make delicious patisseries.

where is your favourite corner of the world?

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journalthree {one}

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I’ve just had the best bloody mary ever. the (charming) bartender tells me it’s the passion fruit pulp he added. my friend tells me it’s the couple of beers we had beforehands.

have a good night.

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