Paolo Roversi

I was organizing the images on my lap top when i came across these. They have been on my lap top for years! Paolo Roversi has been one of my favorite photographers since i studied fashion in Florence.  Each month I would buy the Italian Vogue and it was like entering a new world. I didn't know fashion magazines could be this beautiful and magical. I could barely read a word but i devoured the images! In these images Liya Kebede looks like she has just stepped out of a fairytail. Roversi has captured her in his magical way and she looks like an exotic princess. I love the styling the too, the layering, the textures the colors, I love it!

Images: NY Times, style section 2007

Change

From now on I will start looking at the beautiful things and people I have in my life and really enjoy them. There has been so much drama in my life lately I think it is time to look at a brighter, more inspiring future. This little blog will help me do that. As I will be spending a lot of time behind my desk these next few months (I will finally put an end to my thesis drama and finish it), it needs to be place where I will feel happy, relaxed and inspired. Just like this one above it makes you want to sit there for hours and write and just write. I better get started to make a little place like this for myself.

Here are a few lovely images that put a smile on my face this last week.

It's been three days

It's friday today. Tuesday seems so long ago. My eyes are all dried up and so many things to arrange. Tomorrow is the funeral. I am scared and nervous. I don't know if i will say something. I just want it all to be over so i can have time to be sad. There just isn't time right now. I have to get ready to go to the airport and pick moms family.

I love you mama forever

Counting down the days

My mother has decided to die on tuesday instead of friday. This came as a bit of a shock. I was prepared for one more week. Now it's just a couple of days! We've been spending our time non stop together. And there were so many things that weren't discussed or decided. Like the funeral, I thought that my dad had arranged everything already and that he and my mom had been over the details. So that did not seem to be the case.

I am a bit upset actually, my mom has been sick for three years and they now she was going to dye since two. But nothing is planned. And seems to think that everything will figure it self out in time. So me and my sister are taking charge in arranging the funeral.

home is where the hart is

Boyfriend is coming to pick me up. I am cooking dinner for my dad, sister and boyfriend at the moment. Some pasta and salad. They will make for some nice comfort food. After that me and my bf will take the car and drive back to the city.

I am happy to have one day at my own place. To prepare and finish up some loose ends and to have some quality time with my dog and boyfriend. Saturday i will pack up and drive back to my parents for at least the next week. I am bringing my dog though!

change of nailcolor

Today I have to write an email I have been putting of for quit some time now. That is the mail to my thesis advisor. The last months i just couldn't get myself to really work on my thesis. It has something to do with sitting by yourself, writing and researching that makes me scared of even being in the neighborhood of my desk. Of course you can always go to the library but then you will run into other people who will ask you how your are and what you are doing bla bla. And then what will i answer. So i kind of just neglected writing. It seemed the easiest.

But i suddenly feel the need to clear everything up. I wrote to all my neglected and non neglected friends and explained them what was going on these days. And now it is time to write to this man. I don't know why i am dreading it so much. He will understand, wright?

And after this i am allowed to buy a new nail polish. Maybe Chanel or OPI?

picking a date

We have an actual date. It is going to happen next friday. My mom has decided to die next friday. It's weird but it gives some kind of rest with which i am a bit uncomfortable. We have decided this with our doctor. A very tall and nice man. It is so surreal to be sitting down and talking about this. He came at the house.  He was so relaxed and very understanding which i found very pleasant, he listened and patted my moms hand when she started crying. But he also said that he preferred it to happen on a day where he was not working so he didn't have to go an see other patients afterwards. I completely understand this of course, but it is so weird to speak about the moment after. The moment after my mom died. The moment after we watched her die. Is that a moment? Isn't that just complete nothingness? In that moment my world will stop and i don't know when it will start again. I am scared.

I am at my parents and i am sleeping in my old bedroom. I can hear my parents fussing around one floor below. I think i will go and sleep now.