posts from pentax me super


journala year {2}

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it’s too easy to let life consume our dreams. so whenever I feel overwhelmed I go for a walk.

beautiful music, sunshine in my eyes, fresh wind, a camera – or two – to seize the moment. as a reminder of why things have to be as such and why I have to slow down every now and then.

only to be ready again for more adventures and fun times.

in fact, after wandering through my neighbourhood this afternoon, my mind feels crisp – perhaps not as much as the air – but I’m finally embracing autumn – for good this time. orange leaves and early sunsets are my new favourites.

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journalwhere it needs to be {one}

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it’s not that I don’t love to ride my bike under a rain so thick it drenches me to the bones, but right now, if I had to make one wish it would be to take a road trip to fouras, hang out with my grand-mother – who clearly is the coolest kid to be around – and sip through a sirop d’orgeat.

what your top-three things to do?

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journalsheepskin and coffee {2}

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this year – much unlike what I might have felt before – I thought I would never be ready for autumn and winter. and after a brutal transition from sun and drinks at a café terrace to crisp-cold and latte in a blanket, I didn’t tame the feeling.

luckily, the beautiful things that surround me might help.

things like seeing the first pumpkins at the farmers market, reading Paul’s magazine, sitting on a cosy sheepskin, gazing at the trees lovely colour, eating breakfast for dinner, or drinking coffee in a warm place – to the sound of raindrops hitting the window – with a Murakami novel.

in the end, it all seems evident.

what are your favourite things about autumn that should make me love this season again?

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food, journalle goûter {5}

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sometimes, I just want to stop shaving my legs, pack my cameras into a backpack and put a warm chilean hat on. I would escape to a place I’ve never been to and open my eyes. I would live on water and figs.

some other times, I just want to share a slice of cake with my friends. for le goûter. sat down on some rock stairs, we would laugh a bit too much and talk for hours about our dreams.

right now, I have two dreams. the first one is stated above. and the second one would be to open a patisserie in a small village of the south of France.

what are your dreams?

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food, journalinstant like {3}

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inspired by Marthe, I put together a short list of current likes. in random order.

a large mug of cafe latte.
the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
a collection of things.
my favourite face in the entire world.
growing plants, preferably edible.
the elegance of the hedgehog.
a blank moleskine, waiting to be filled.
going mushroom picking.
a walk to the tate modern.
or even better, a bike ride.
spending time with a friend who draws beautifully.
an old pentax me super.
making a lemon meringue tart for the people I love.
a glass of sirop d’orgeat, possibly with a pink straw.
welcoming autumn. slowly.
a good song. from bloc party, nada surf, snow patrol or air.

what do you like the most right now?

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food, journala kind of magic {4}

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sometimes, the simplest things turn into magic. and to me, this is the beauty of the everyday.

one. baking bread.
two. rainy days with thunder.
three. laughing. always and forever more.
four. looking at the world through a camera.
five. getting lost.

what feels like magic to you?

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journalthe start and the end of a story {3}

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some days everything that matters involves some glitters, many kisses, one too many bloody mary, and laughing until we can’t breath anymore.

others are all about waking up to a loud rain and thunder, day-dreams, and pan-fried gnocchis.

I just had one the laziest days ever. and it feels amazing. I took the time to contemplate the transition from summer to autumn. and although, I’m not ready to give up the glitter, a little part in me is looking forward to jumping under the rain.

what’s you favourite lazy day like?

ps. my adorable pentax took the most coincidental picture. rain versus blue sky (edited with my favourite iphone app).

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food, journalcoldest {3}

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despite feeling like an old lady due to the flu, today has been the best day ever; and also the coldest.

one. I bought everything to recreate my favourite bagel in london. the beef will start its brining tomorrow. and next week, it will be time for some bagel-making action.

two. I took the loveliest polaroid of my rainy window. blurry and all. I’m in love.

three. I finally made that one dessert I had in mind. photographed it. and talked (too much) about it.

since today is my very own sunday I treated myself with some delicious ricotta and spinach ravioli. hmmmm. good night. x

two slices of whole-wheat toast with a little butter.
two large glasses of tropical juice.

a plate of ricotta and spinach ravioli.
a spoonful of pop corn panna cotta.

a bowl of gazpacho.
a slice of bread.

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journalune coccinelle {2}

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to me, a ladybug landing on you means that you have to make a wish. so when I spotted this one on my bike – minutes after I got it – I knew everything was going to be fine.

do you believe in signs?

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inspiration, journalthat day {comments closed}

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(top picture by Tim Walker)

one summer ago. we saw wolves. and I fell in love with you.

we had dreams made of road trips, the kind of them where you sleep in the car. we had dreams of lazy nights, the kind of them spent by the seaside with good wine and grilled fish eaten with fingers.

yes, that was the day I fell in love with you.

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