August 16, 2016


Zara coat; Oh.Skin leather harness
Enter, London. Ambient, vibrant and full of life at any point in the day. Here, you are never alone, as the streets are always busy, and yet it is mostly in crowds that you catch yourself feeling lonely. I suppose it's something you come to learn eventually, not to seek the company of others, but rather to focus inward and, without wishing to sound clichéd, enjoy the moment, forgetting the negative thoughts that underlie loneliness in the first place. It's all about going with the flow and living mindfully, but with the added element of learning to be impulsive and make crucial decisions when the time is right, all on your own. Just let it happen (cheeky Tame Impala reference because I haven't separated myself from 'Currents' for more than a couple days at a time this summer, after seeing the band at Rock Wercher).
The people, the buildings, all the lights in the streets and shadows in the dark alleys- it all merges into one big entity. Much like other big cities, London is, to put it simply, its own little world. It's independent, you will find yourself needing it more than it needs you. It consumes you and tires you out, but you love it, because London is without a doubt one of the best cities in the world. During my time here,  I involuntarily, yet nearly completely distanced myself from everything that I had back home, including the blog. It may have something to do with the fact that between spending time at uni or in my halls room resting, there wasn't much in my daily routine to photograph. Taking pictures of something brings you closer to it, and I already spent so much time in my room that I couldn't possibly have wished to distance myself from it any more. I guess I just needed space.

So here I am, giving it another shot after months of absence. Hoping this try is the last one I'll need.

December 23, 2015


Spot check: the Parc du Cinquantenaire is one of my favourite places in Brussels. I especially love it in spring, when it's filled with people having picnics on the grass, enjoying the sun and the breeze of the fountain. This is where families come to spend time together, where first dates take place and where friends reunite after a long time apart. In a way, it reminds me of the Jardins du Luxembourg in Paris- both places have a very welcoming vibe and time seems to stop whenever you're there, admiring the park and the neoclassic architecture of the structures around it.
The buildings are actually museums- I remember visiting the cars museum as a kid and being fascinated by all the different models of luxurious vintage cars that were on show (still daydreaming about that Bugatti type 57, to be completely honest!) The sleek design of the cars influenced my sense of aesthetics more than I could realize- it made me develop a lust for something modern and futuristic, yet elegant all the same. As I got older, I felt a burning desire to dress as though I would be cruising down the boulevard in one of those bad boys- bright lips, wind in my hair, eyes tactfully camouflaged behind a pair of opulent sunglasses. The ultimate femme fatale. I'm channeling the same kind of vibes in this rather pure white/creamy look, the golden heels to mirror the shine of a polished car is an extra plus. Although I do love dresses, I always end up coming back to the suit for a glamorous look. It's simple and classy with a bit of a bold edge, or in other words- exactly what you want. Who said a woman is any less feminine in a pair of trousers?

December 20, 2015


Zara jumper, heels, clutch; Mango trousers
My family helped me move all my luggage out of my bedroom into the car on a sunny mid-September morning. They would barely let me lift a finger, I just stood next to the open car door and waited. After all of the typical good-bye rituals, I buckled myself into the passenger seat, took a last glance at my empty bedroom window through the rear mirror and drove off to the train station. Destination: London.

It has now been three months since the day I first walked into my room in halls and unpacked my belongings. I had brought so much with me- three enormous suitcases filled with books, clothes, photos, decorative pillows, anything that would make it feel like home. And it did. Nevertheless, I must've spent my first day in London resting on my bed, trying to fully understand the fact that I've moved to one of the craziest cities in the world.
Oh, how I've come to love that craziness. The city, always in a constant state of rush, always moving and changing, has a raw kind of charm. While, yes, there is one colour to describe the entire city with the entirety of its streets, buildings, sky and people (grey, what a surprise), it feels alive. And even though being in massive crowds can be overwhelming, it is easy to feel like you're a part of it all. Truth be told, often the more people you are surrounded by, the lonelier you feel. I appreciate the time I have with my friends now more than ever- it feels great to have a constant group of people to come back to after a long day spent at the university's campus in Oxford Circus, where everything being frantic is the norm. I am lucky if I get home before half seven when I finish classes at six, due to the cramped underground stations; at rush hour, it's like the hunger games in there. But once you're back out into the surface, you just carry on with your day as if you did not just wrestle that man with an umbrella to fit on the tube. Go figure.

I am now back home in my sweet sweet (not jut because of the abundance of chocolate and waffles) Brussels for three weeks. Twenty-one days of nothing but pure relaxation. The attic has been converted into my own little flat, now that my younger sister took over my old bedroom. I now have a floor all to myself. I've been keeping myself busy with this new interior design project opportunity, gathering bits from all over the house in order to create a space that is welcoming and cosy. My attic is my own little oasis, my getaway spot. Here, Chet Faker is on repeat and time seems to freeze on the pages of a Salvador Dalí coffee table book, in between the dancing candle lights, for a moment just long enough to realize that you're feeling right at home.

September 7, 2015


With summer slowly fading into autumn, it is only a matter of days before I plunge myself into my new life. Big changes are ahead of me- not only am I moving to London in a short while, but I will also starting university in the end of the month. I will be studying fashion design with the hopes of never ceasing to create for the rest of my life. Of course, it'll be a long way before I get to where I want in the industry; surely there will be struggles and tears, lots of hard work and self-motivation involved, but I think I'm ready for it all (or at least I hope I am). It is time for me to step out of my comfort zone and swap it for something I'm not used to. I will be trading my lovely home in Brussels for an empty twelve squared meters room near Brick Lane... saying that I'm excited would be an understatement. Although I am anything but fond of packing, I've come to force myself to do it. I've started sorted out the things I need the most and the ones I will be getting rid of. It is time for a new start, but I find it so hard to let go of things I've grown to be so attached to. OK, I'm not gonna lie, my main concern right now is transporting my entire wardrobe across the sea with only two suitcases at my disposal. They will soon both be so heavy that I won't be able to lift them, but hey- it's worth it.

Hopefully my current situation and my upcoming transition is good enough of an explanation for my lack of activity on the blog. I'm trying, I really am! More posts coming soon, keep your eyes open!

August 7, 2015


I'm not one to tolerate excessively warm weather for more than a week, I simply run out of things to wear. I'm all about that eighteen degrees Celsius layering, coats and knits in every shade of grey... especially in summer. Floral prints and bright colours are my last resort and I believe that you don't need to be wearing a rainbow to stand out in a crowd. To me it's all about texture and volume, the way a garment moves with the body, how they compliment each other. Some people say that when living in a big overpopulated grey city, it is best to wear vivid colours, otherwise you might find yourself to be depressed all the time. But wearing all shades of grey makes me joyful, as if I was a part of the city as opposed to an accessory. Grey is architectural and romantic in a haunting way. It creates nuance, it's poetic and has charm. I've been raiding Zara's knit section for the past couple of months and keep finding little gems such as these two knitted sweater dresses. This is as summery as it gets for me and my gloomy wardrobe.
Tonight I'll be hopping on a bus that will take me to Tallinn. I'm more than excited to be going back, the time I spent there last summer with a friend was tons of fun. Estonia part 2.0, here I come! It hit me the other day that I've been excited about summer for such a long time and here it is, almost reaching its end. For some reason every time August comes around I start thinking of going back home and going back to the scholar routine. Except this year, there will be lots of nuances in my life, lots of new greys. I'm moving to London in September, starting a new experience that is bound to be great. I'm curious as to what the future has in store for me, but I'm also petrified. Excited, but also melancholic about leaving my all-white room in Brussels to start a life in a tiny dorm. Surely, it will take some getting used to, but it won't be long before that dorm becomes 'home'. With that being said, I'm off to treat myself with a cup of freshly pressed grapefruit juice- my new obsession- before tonight's long trip. I hope you're all having an amazing summer!
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