walking in wooden heels, drinking with uneven nails. 2nd photo by krisatomic.
gahh, i can’t wait til stockholms film festival starts next week! speaking of.. well nothing really, i’m just so excited :)
strange, small british villages, creamy white socks, shiny brown shoes and newspaper lamp shades.
large balloons and patterned fencing. and deep blue hues. first photo by camilla åkrans.
super yum-looking autumny soup and a nice place to eat it at.
morning light, bright green yoghurt deserts and oranges with sugar and cloves.
cotton candy and ceramic crushing. nice things one could do on a sunday, if one was up for it. the 2nd photo is of rachel weisz by craig mcdean for another mag.
reminder to self: winter is not just all cold and dark, there is room for some crumble aux pommes and cake aux épices too! illustration by ghostbees.
bricks, lights and perfect balcony breakfasts. the sources are unknown but the photos could be via moc-ha. awesome tumblr anyways. time for a nap, have a nice wednesday you guys!
i know one shouldn’t blame outer circumstances for some things, especially training, but i can’t help but think some of my disinterest in sports during school was because of the gymnastics halls. always dull, dark, standardised and plain awful. now that i am a little older i actually enjoy sports, as soon as the necessitation of the weekly school gym hour disappeared, so did my scorn for working out. i’m not saying it has to be as luxurious and wonderful as the la tourelle sarcelles school gym in france, but perhaps a little more bright and modern?
what if, for example, architecture and design students got to redesign some of the school gyms? not entirely rebuild them as it would probably be too costly but just some renovation + a little innovation.
that would make me more engaged. if i was 15 again i mean. (luckily i am not.)
the first photo is by rivane neuenschwander.
mondays are kind of lousy. so i guess one simply has to look to the details or something. i never do this of course, i just hurry through the day and cram in as much as possible. but if i would pay a bit extra attention, i would use shamelessly soft bed linens and wear dresses with back details that only i knew of. i imagine it would feel better.