L O L I T A

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.

snowy streets, sweetly confused tables and dissected breakfasts. by sean litchfield and faye toogood.

stone, cement, silk, metal and strawberry must. from this house, this editorial site, and this lovely photography blog.

morning light, bright green yoghurt deserts and oranges with sugar and cloves.

a window full of terrestrial globes - a bowl full of egg. this is what i like. first photo by madame zucker, second via stil inspiration.

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.

other things that are ok about winter: yum (/strange) breakfasts and homemade fruit jams in tiny bottles.

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!

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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.

sleeping for 14 hours, looking through weird recipes (coconut shrimp, never thought i would say it but it looks kind of yummy) and working with no deadline (well yet). a great sunday. and i have loads of lovely photos in my folders, this is going to be a great week i think!

museums and their cafes, such a wonderful combination. and librarys. there is nothing lika a magical-feeling, crusty old library. the city library in stockholm by architect gunnar asplund is actually pretty nice. i used to spend lot’s of time there when i was 15 or 16, pretending to be studying at one of the dimly lit tables but secretly just liking the feeling of all the notes being scribbled and books being searched for. i was a little pretentious i suppose. but i think that is allowed at librarys and at 15, don’t you?