Tuesday, 3 May 2016

WINDFLOWER














on my 2nd cup of coffee already.
another morning of the spring light
tickling the eyelids.
this time of year is glorious,
but has a tendency 
to make you a little restless at the same time
- do you find the same? 
















the earth awash with wood anemone
- or windflower,
as it is also known. 
i think over here it is often seen
as a sweet & tender 
encapsulation of spring,
but i rather love that notion of
"windflower",
the sense of wild
it evokes. 












a tender wildness,
that's exactly how spring seems to feel. 



x












Monday, 2 May 2016

SW4












a dose of interior inspo
from a light-filled,
natural, pared-down London home.









































you can glimpse the rest right here.


x


















Sunday, 1 May 2016

FLOWER BOMB























this light that wakes you up in the morning,
tickles the eyelids 
and whispers "come & play" in the ear,
then lingers on until late evening.
















a lightness that awakens
every cell in the body.













a flower bomb
that has exploded outside.
















"you can cut all the flowers
but you cannot keep
s p r i n g
from coming."

- pablo neruda






















Tuesday, 26 April 2016

SMOOTH VELVET



















































Thought I'd share some images
 for Helsinki Coffee Festival from the weekend,
where the ambience was as rich, dark & velvety
as all that freshly-brewed,
carefully sourced coffee.
There's a dose of magic
when people who are passionate
about what they do
unite. 








x







Saturday, 23 April 2016

FEATHERS & LINKS























wishing you a lovely Saturday 
with a couple of links -



you can pop over to the Vogue 100 exhibition
at the National Portrait Gallery in London
from the comforts of your own home here,



soulful images by Peter Lindbergh
of Mariacarla Boscono
for Vogue Italia March 2016 here.




HIGH spring summer 2016
shot by Carl Bengtsson here






















































Wednesday, 20 April 2016

CLOUDS ON THE HORIZON




















A brief visit over here
in the middle
of a perfectly ordinary Wednesday
marked by intermittent
rain & shine.
I'm churning out words on the keyboard,
lots of words,
& when words begin to take over,
I have an urge to escape into images even for a brief moment.












I'm quite good at fluffing up a cumulus cloud
from a duvet,
but this guy is doing the real thing!













Pieni piipahdus tänne
aivan tavallisen keskiviikon lomassa,
jolloin vuoroin sataa ja paistaa.
Nakuttelen sanoja,
paljon sanoja,
& kun sanat tahtovat ottaa tekemisestä ylivallan
täytyy edes hetkellisesti paeta kuviin. 

Olen aika hyvä pöyhentämään täkistä kumpupilven,
mutta tässäpä ihminen, joka loihtii ihka oikeita!




x















Sunday, 17 April 2016

TIME TRAVELLERS
















we are the only visitors this afternoon.
the floorboards creak gently under the feet,
as we slowly wander
from room to room,
the air easy to breathe
in a house well-built.
timeless beauty in every nook.










we can't resist stooping over
the leafy geranium 
that basks in front of the sun-drenched window
to secretly rub its lemon-scented leaves 
between our fingertips.











flowerbeds still bare outside,
but all that life bubbling
under the black soil
- almost time to burst into splendour.












i don't feel pressurized 
after seeing picture-perfect homes
in interior magazines,
no need to have 
what everyone else has,
quite the opposite. 
 it's places like this
where inspiration fills me to the core.













on returning home, it hits
- frustration,
over all that clutter 
that seems to accumulate from nowhere
in this day & age. 
"come on, 
it's a museum for goodness sake",
says a little voice inside my head.

(i wonder what they considered "ugly"
in their homes in that day & age,
or did the concept even exist?) 















paikan ainoat vierailijat.
lattialaudat narahtavat lempeästi jalan alla,
tuoksupelargoniaa pakko hivellä 
salaa sormien välissä. 
ulkona vielä paljasta,
mutta mullan alla kuohuu
- aivan pian rävähtää. 


en kerää ahdistusta sisustuslehtien
täydellisistä kotikuvista,
mitään tarvetta 
ei ole haalia kaikkea sitä samaa,
mitä muilla,
päinvastoin. 
mutta tällaisessa paikassa intoudun
sydänjuuriani myöten.
kotiin palattua
 se vyöryy päälle
- ahdistus
kaikesta turhasta ja rujosta
nykypäivän rojusta.
"haloo, ei ehkä kannata verrata museoon",
sanoo sisäinen järjen ääni. 

(mitäköhän sata vuotta sitten
pidettiin kodeissa "rumana",
vai pidettiinkö mitään?) 






x















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