Rosey and lavendery Napoleons.
Gorgeous cake wirth edible flowers, dehydrated pineapple and coconutcream.
The bestseller: 90s nutella sea salt-cookies.
Petite cakes and customers.
Sugary and spicey doghnuts.
The sweetest doughnut gone cupcake and freshly brewed coffee in chocolate-dipped waffle cones.
I love Butter Dessert Saloon in Dubai for numerous reasons but mainly because:
a) the photos are amazing
b) everything looks absolutely delicious
c) combining classic Italian and french pastrys with arabic influences is a great concept
d) it’s creative af (dehydrated flower cakes with dried rosebuds and coconut is just winning)
e) the founder is a woman (Fatma Buhannad), she fueled her business through instagram and started delivering fresh baked goods to homes – a true entrepreneur.
If you need more convincing of the greatness of this dessert saloon the answers lie in the photos above and below. The only negative thing about this place really is that it’s to far from Stockholm.
The photos are from their instagram, the gif is from Buro 247.
Spring is around the corner. This is my favorite time of the year. Light creeping into every dusty corner of the apartment, small green buds swaying outside the window patiently. It is so wonderful and light and fresh, an indescribable feeling, certainly if you live in Stockholm.
Photos via pinterest, the middle one is by Ignacio Cadena.
Chalet C7, a complete masterpiece in the Andes mountains in South America.
Chilly blue: meet dusty grey pink. Don’t remember which collection the look is from, please tell me if you know :)
If a location could be poetry, this would be it.
Bubbly floor lamps by Bauhaus-designer Max Bill.
Light snow sheets, long skirts, expressive chairs, tucked in mountain houses and playful lamps. It’s as if we’re on a modernist excursion some 2990 meters above sea level. Oh, the joys of blogging!
The most amazing cookie photography/packaging, by Früute.
Tauba Auerbachs enigmatic light and color combos.
The sort of pillow fights that should not just be reserved for films and kids under 8.
Friday! The weeks are rushing past in such an unbelievable pace, I can’t believe we’re almost half way through november.. In Stockholm, everything is pitch dark by five in the afternoon, there are no more (fresh) flowers in the marketplace and the stores have snowflake decals on their displays. It’s ok though, I like this time of year. At least if you’re well-rested. Otherwise, I’m in coffee-poisioning-mode most of the day.
I love anything with a “Palais” in it’s name. It sound so soft and smooth, like a dessert almost. Much unlike the word Palace, or Palats in swedish which sound like some hard, unapproachable material or something gore-texy. The space above, Palais de Tokyo, was just born for the word I just dissected a tad too far. I want painted curtains as wallpaper when I see it!
Things in order, never fails to be appealing.
The strangest/cutest apples I found somehwere on instagram. Pink apple pie must be a winning dessert..
What does a Palais, a OCD-shelf and pink apples have in common? Well not much, except that they could all be part of a regular day and make it a little more peculiar just by being what they are perhaps.
Continuing on this sentimental/suppressed theme with a series of grey-black-white photos from the genius tumblr Life on Sundays. We’ve got some cement-basing going on, some thick linen fabrics and a black kitchen that was probably born (well, made in non-interior terms) for minimalistic cooking. Can’t go wrong. Unless you’re baking macaroons, what with all the flour swirling around..
10 Crosby Derek Lams ss-14 collection. Yes please, move into my closet.
Ander Krisár.. I’m so late on discovering his genius photos and sculptures.
Your typical regal Pinterest pattern. That’s what all our sources will probably sound like in the future – “Pinterest“…
I’m remembering/celebrating Sakura blossoms in such a emotional way every autumn, as if Spring was ten years from now (the curse of living in Sweden!).
A collection of sentimental photos that resemble my current inspirations. Well, what else is new.. I’ve been a lousy blogger because of school/real life/work-starts and the whatnot. Just let me get into my routines properly and I’m on as always! Like.. tomorrow! :)
The rain chatter on these windows must be sort of legendary.
Hailing a cab Louis Vuitton-style (nothing unpractical there).
Give me a bathtub by a window and I’m sold (obviously).
Kind of like dining in a museum?
Probably a place where everyone plans on leaving last.
Ultimate louinging area after a genius food coma.
And looking outside the window, suddenly you’re in Rome?
Ok phew, still in NY. That aged whiskey in the lounge was just playing some tricks then.
And then you head back to your room LV-style.
Continuing the hotel-series from yesterday by chance, a visit to Luxirare’s generated a new found inspiration and yearning for The NoMad Hotel in Manhattan. The interiors are dramatically cozy in that historical/magical way that one seem to crave every year around this time. It’s situated north of Madison Square Garden, in the historic NoMad neighborhood and houses a restaurant that seems to be as beyond as the hotel itself, judging from Luxirare’s documentation anyway. Now if one only had a booking and a Louis Vuitton fall/winter-13 closet to go with it…