Parisian Moments

One day i'll move to Paris. One day.

ps: the picture of the scary woman up there is from the Rodarte gallery/shop inside Colette. It was possibly the second biggest highlight of the trip (after eating crepe with cider here). They were right: those Rodarte dresses are light as feathers!

Je suis de retour

I've disappeared, I know. It's just that I've been going through a sort of reconfiguration process, discarding some excess baggage - a spring-cleaning right in the middle of autumn.

Went to Paris on the weekend to celebrate the longest partnership of my life - almost a decade - and it was a great opportunity to switch off and look at things from a different perspective. Well, sort of.

But nothing like going offline for a while to feel truly connected with the world.