poniedziałek, 20 maja 2013

Parlez-vous francais? Bah ouais.

Voila, c'est moi a la francaise. Vous pouvez pas le voir, mais mes boucles d'oreilles sont rouges donc il y a toutes les couleurs francaises la bas. Ca va?

Where to?

Damn you spring! It's too hot for me. I wish it were summer and holidays so I could actually walk barefoot and bare-leg and bare-arm and bare-midriff everywhere. Right now I'm trying to hide indoors. Where exactly? In Landszaft. They have the best coffee, some fab vintage clothes that you can actually buy, the cutest dog and are around the corner. Have I mentioned the coffee?

 If I'm not there, I take my own cute dog for walks. We live near this amazing pond and it only takes about 10 minutes to leave the city and meet all the mosquitoes of the world. And ducks. And swans (tho we only have like two of them) so it's nothing like The Notebook (was it The Notebook?). We also adore road trips.

czwartek, 16 maja 2013

I'm a runner (not a hugger)

I wish I were a nice and lovable hugger. But I don't do hugs. However, I do sarcasm, quite a lot to be honest. People say it's just a fancy name for rudeness, I say it's the best defense mechanism ever invented (plus it's witty and sexy). What I am is a runner. I run a lot, probably we all do, from our problems, difficult situations, people we don't like. Though I literally am a runner.

I started running about a month ago (that's when I took this picture) but quickly decided it wasn't for me. However, after a week or so I put my pride aside and here I am, a real and alive runner. I still hate running but I've also discovered it can be quite appealing. And there's nothing like the feeling of being totally exhausted, as if you had lost your legs and lungs on the way.

niedziela, 5 maja 2013

City girl

So I went for a walk. In the city. In heels (you have to take my word for it). Does that make me a city girl?

YSL bf shirt, Mango leggins, Vogue shades, Top Secret belt

piątek, 3 maja 2013


When it comes to reading I am rarely my decisive, sarcastic and dark self. My coffee table is covered with books that I want to read or I just like to flip through. Give me a book and I'll probably hug you twice, kiss you once and offer my firstborn as a thank you gift. Bookstores make me dizzy and I totally admire people with massive bookshelves. It all means that I read a lot. 

Right now I'm shamelessly devouring a romance, an autobiography and a history textbook. Because fuck yeah.