posts from polaroid


journalnothing at all {4}

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

one picture that tells a story about my morning. the snow, the smallest apples, a tree. I love when this happens. a cluster of happiness. of moments.

one picture that shows a problem I’ve been having with my minolta instant pro. whenever I shoot without flash, the shutter speed is too long, even in good light conditions. I don’t know how to fix this. and it makes me sad inside. so please tell me

one picture that reminds me about the smell of rain. two strangers suspended in time. they need more. I need to write more.

esther. wow thank you. I really like your work so you couldn’t make me happier. and no need to be jealous at all.

sabine. thank you. have a lovely holiday. x

madeleine. I really think that it’s safer for us to try and escape the reality from time to time. daydream is what keeps me – and I suspect, us – going.

tags: , , , , , , , , .

food, journalmeant to be {comments closed}

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

on my corner of the earth, there is no such thing as being too busy seeing the world through a polaroid camera. I miss it here. see you after christmas.


Cathy, thank you. warm – and waterproof – boots are a must around here. x

thank you Amanda. it’s not alwasy easy to see the beautiful thing around us when we live so fast. but sometimes, it feels good to slow down, doesn’t it?

Sabine. thanks for the kind wishes. I will keep my fingers crossed and my hands tied to the computer for a more efficient writing that it is right now.

tags: , , , , , , , , , , .

uncategorisedunintentionally {one}

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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.

tags: , , , , , , , .

journalfeels like home {2}

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

I’ve been home for a couple of days now and it feels good to spend some time with summer again. reading magazines and books by the sea. having fun with friends. going through piles of pictures.

it feels so quiet and relaxing. who knew you could have the best holidays at home? however, I’m quite looking forward to going back to my other home where I plan to paint my room white and decorate it like there is no tomorrow.

what’s your weekend going to feel like?

ps. yes, I couldn’t help but photograph this little monster again. I love him so. and in fact, I even snapped his portrait with my pentax too!

tags: , , , , .

food, inspiration, journaland if you feel {2}

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
(top image from the Pier cookbook)

the old lady that I am had to give up at work today after feeling so drowsy I could not even move. I could, however, think. about what makes me super happy right now.

in random order.

basil seeds. I’ve seen them everywhere over the span of a couple of days. in popsicles. on salmon carpaccio. and in my new favourite cookbook (picture above is the amazing honeydew melon soup with coconut sorbet and tapioca. love at the first sight).

books. while I’m at it, I must mention my recent favourite reads. I think I stated it pretty clearly above, but one of them is Pier by Greg Doyle. the second is Made in England by Aiden Byrne.

polaroid. and especially the fact that my polaroid spectra has the loveliest bokeh ever.

matcha bubble tea. before I even tasted one, I knew I was going to love it. and I do. so much that I just got one kg of big rainbow tapioca pearls in china town.

sweet purple yam. I still don’t know what I’m going to make out of it. but I’m pretty excited.

it seems my thoughts have geared towards food lately. I’ve been feeling overly inspired by exotic ingredients. I’m so grateful to be living my dream. being a pastry chef is beyond what I could have imagined. some call it bliss. I simply see it as evident.

what makes you happy right now? or perhaps, what are your latest culinary discoveries?

ps. in case you’re wondering, the food diary is on a break, but everything is going just fine. I think I’ll just post an update weekly so not to bore you with unexciting details about my food consumption.

tags: , , , , , , , , , .

food, journalcoldest {3}

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

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.

tags: , , , , , , , , , .

journaltwo {one}

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

my room is quite a mess. but instead of the planned tidy-up, I ended up staying in bed all day.

listening to beautiful music, looking at some lovely book, writing in my journal, talking to a favourite friend, eating pan-fried gnocchi, and rather evidently, looking at my feet.

the cameras on my bed will have to wait a little before they find a neat place!

tags: , , , , , , .

journalnew {3}

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

three new things that make me happy.

one. the fantastic polaroid spectra, or more accurately, a minolta instant pro. this is my (only and) very first shot. I’m in love, already.

two. some illustrations I made for foodbeam. drawing feels like kissing, for hours.

three. the bridge that I cross every night. the view from my bike is just breath-taking. I love riding back and forth to work. such a lovely moment.

any happy list to share?

tags: , , , , , , , , , , .

inspirationyou’re my favourite flavour {2}

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

I’m in love with my flickr favourites. and waking up to them is like opening a box of marrons glacés.

thank you my friends for noticing how beautiful our world is.

tags: , , , .

journalpeanut {2}

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

it’s been a while since the last hello monday. and to be honest the couple past mondays have been less than great, as in break-up less than great.

but today already feels perfect. I took our bunny peanut into the garden. he just loves being in the grass and eating too many flowers.

later, I will go for lunch on the beach with a new friend, get some new pied-de-poule pants for work, and help my sister on her poetry report.

have a lovely monday, wherever in the world you’re stuck!

tags: , , , , , , , .