It’s probably the worst luck in the world to start shopping for home decoration before you even have a home, right? Yeah, I thought so… But since I’m leaving for vacation in July there’s no time to loose here. I’ve never decorated my own apartment before since I’ve yet to rent something completely unfurnished. I have to admit that I’ve never been much of a decoration expert though (despite working at ELLE Decoration in Sweden before picking up my life and moving to France, which might seem a bit odd) but that doesn’t stop my excitement! After our darling Lauren – who by the way, knows absolutely everything about what’s going on in this city – took me to the Swedish café that I told you about a while back, she also showed us the home decoration shop La Trésorerie, just next door. After that first visit I’ve been back several times to lurk around for myself. Now, I don’t usually like to spend my money on pots and pans but oh, how tempting that feels at the moment… Is that what you call growing up?
It’s been raining here in Paris during the last couple of days (but it feels more like months at the moment) which is making me kind of depressed and low on energy for absolutely everything right now. A cold and a sore throat is certainly not helping the situation either. Hopefully this sad and grey weather (as well as my cold) will pass sooner rather than later.
But now, on to happier memories. Remember that day I rode around Paris on the back of Braden‘s vespa? Anyhow, one of the places he decided to take me to was the beautiful little neighbourhood called La Butte-aux-Cailles in the 13th arrondissement. My last visit here was two years ago but since it was during a very late night (which ended with one too many glasses of wine) I never really got to see it properly. In the middle of Paris and just off the modern Place d’Italie you’ll find this little gem. Cobblestone streets, dark green ivy, beautiful doors and some lovely wisteria made this little area undeniably charming.
We might as well rename this site to “the flower blog” by now. And yes, I apologise since I do realise that there are other things in this world to photograph other than pretty flowers. But how could you not when you arrive in Jardin des Plantes and it looks like this? I mean, come on, I’m only human after all.
This spring the whole city bloomed so early that I was afraid to miss it completely for a second. Luckily I stumbled upon this park (which is one of my favourite parks in Paris) just in time to catch the apple, cherry and all the other blossoms in full bloom. It’s so bitter sweet since this is one of the things I look forward to during the whole year, and then after two weeks or so, everything is gone. But I’m not sobbing over here! Now summer is around the corner and nothing makes me happier than to think about that. Even though I miss the pink blossoms around the city (it really puts a smile on your face), Paris looks pretty beautiful in all green too.
Ever since moving to Paris for the very first time I’ve kept a little list over places I’ve been wanting to see and visit. This is a never ending list and it only seems to get fuller. I’m actually adding places faster than I can tick them off… But that’s fine with me since I’m in no hurry to leave this place at the moment. Gosh, that feels good to say. Anyways, one of the things that’s been on my list ever since spending my first four months in this city has been to visit the Promenade Plantée. Since I adore both flowers, parks and Parisian buildings I can’t really come up with a better combo for me (or an excuse to why I haven’t visited this place earlier). Promenade Plantée is Paris‘ version of New York‘s popular High Line - meaning an old abandoned railway line that has been made into a little promenade, which makes this just a lovely place for a little stroll. I haven’t really gotten a lot of time to just walk around the city by myself lately but luckily I managed to squeeze in a little morning walk yesterday with just myself (and my French audio tapes in my headphones) as company.
Sometimes I never get around to posting certain things here — even though I really want to, but I guess the saying goes “better late than never”, no? So, before the summer began last year, I joined one of my friends for a tour of the flea markets by the Porte de Clignancourt here in Paris. On one of the hottest days in all of June we wandered around the absolutely enormous vintage markets together with our lovely guide Charlotte in the search of little gems and vintage finds. I’ve always been a bit sceptical towards the whole flea market idea (most of the time I think it can look like a lot of junk) but after that day I can kind safely say that I see why some people love it so much. There was so much to look at and so many untold stories behind every item we passed by and after three hours of walking we still hadn’t covered more than half of the flea markets. Yes, I would have gotten completely lost in between the vintage Louis Vuitton trunks and the pretty china with flower patterns without my friends there to guide me around. By the end of the day (we even stayed behind when our tour was over and continued on by ourselves) we we’re absolutely exhausted but had become one Babar poster, and a lot of experiences, richer. Now I just can’t wait to find a more permanent home here in Paris so that I actually can buy all the things I want next time I go.
This fall I had the pleasure of shooting a story here in Paris for Bon Appétit Magazine focusing on food and drink in the (right now, very popular) 10th arrondissement. At the time, little did I know that the writer behind this amazing food guide was my good friend Lindsey. Funny how things work out sometimes, no? Even though it was quite challenging work I truly enjoyed shooting these photos which even made me discover new (favourite) restaurants along the way. Be sure to pick up a copy of the magazine if you have the chance or take a look at the preview of the article here!
Somehow I ended up on Champs-Élysées after running a few errands before leaving Paris to spend the holidays in Stockholm, and apparently I came just in time for the annual Christmas market. This is a market I would never ever make the effort to visit intentionally – for many different reasons, but mostly because it’s too touristy and the stands are more than often owned by grumpy people who absolutely hate their jobs, which doesn’t really get me in that cheerful holiday mood if you know what I mean? But once there I thought I might as well snap a few photos. Say what you will about the miserable service but a few of those stands can look pretty cute and “Christmassy” after all.
After being away in the Swedish countryside over the weekend I’ll celebrate Christmas here in Stockholm together with my family tomorrow. Yes, over here we do most of the celebrations on the 24th, which might seem odd to many of you but maybe it’s a Swedish thing? Anyways, we’ve prepared tons of food, stocked up on favourite movies and looked up recipes for the perfect caramels, so it seems like we’re all good to go! The only thing missing now is the snow… I hope you’ll have a wonderful Christmas and get to celebrate with your loved ones. Happy Holidays!
I’ve never been a big fan of the Christmas season, perhaps because I absolutely detest the cold weather that comes with it, but I have to admit that I do like all the cosy festivities you’ll find in Paris during this time. … And if it weren’t for the freezing cold, I might even look forward to this time of the year. During every December as a child my family took my sister and I to the big department store NK in Stockholm to admire the beautiful windows decorated for the holidays. It was always such a special event (my favourite part though had to be the yummy raisin cookies we bought inside to enjoy while watching) and I still remember it so clearly today. Maybe that’s one of the reasons behind my obsession with display windows, huh?
Anways. I couldn’t hold in my excitement for long when my friend Shini told me about this year’s windows at Printemps, all decked out by Prada. On one afternoon, before going back to Sweden for the holidays, I ended up admiring these window displays together with several kids and their parents. I have to admit that it’s not as magical as it once used to be (today you tend to notice all the strings and mechanics behind it) but it certainly gets you in that holiday mood.
I’m so excited to share the photos I took during my day at the Gucci Paris Masters, which I attended this weekend. The Gucci Paris Masters is one of the most prestigious show-jumping events in the world and brings together people and competitors from all over (I even heard Swedish being spoken for a second and felt right at home). I’ve never attended something like this before so it was a first for me, but I certainly hope that it won’t be the last since it was such a grand experience. I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here before but when I was younger I used to horseback ride during several years, so the minute I stepped inside the stables a ton of memories came rushing back to me. Combine that with a brand like Gucci and I was in heaven.
I absolutely loved spending the day together with these beauties and all the impeccably dressed and super stylish riders. Getting the chance to take a stroll through the stables with my camera and photograph adorable little ponies and champion horses, lusting after beautiful items in the Gucci pop-up store, almost bumping into Bruce Springsteen, nibbling on several caramel macarons from Hugo & Victor and watching the horses warm up before finally seeing some of the best ones compete by the end of the day was so incredible. I honestly got so into this whole competition after a few hours that I stood along the side cheering all of them on. The winner of the Grand Prix Gucci? Kevin Staut (who you can see in the second to last photo on his white, absolutely beautiful horse).
Apart from the beautiful horses I also fell in love with those stunning leather boots, which still haunt my mind, as well as the limited edition silk scarf designed by Frida Giannini, exclusively for this event, and amazing Gucci saddle (and I don’t even have a horse to put it on, ha!). All in all, I had a fantastic day that I wish didn’t have to come to and end. It was surely a different way to spend a Sunday in Paris, but it was so much fun. Thank you Gucci for having me!
When Dior puts on a show at the Grand Palais and the entrance is free, you go. And so I did. Last Saturday (before indulging in a lovely afternoon treat at Café Pouchkine) I spent my morning wandering around in this little Dior wonderland. In honour of the fashion house’s iconic perfume “Miss Dior” breathtaking gowns, legendary paintings and magical sketches were all on display. Although I missed Natalie Portman’s personal appearance and didn’t get to see her rolling around in these couture-like dresses in real life, I fell in love with this beautiful exposition. But I didn’t expect much else since Monsieur Dior had a soft spot for both flowers and pretty bows, just like myself. I’m quite sure this must be any girly girl’s favourite museum visit in Paris this fall, no?
Unfortunately the exhibition will end tomorrow, so hurry up and go if you haven’t already been. But be prepared to stand in line outside in the Parisian cold — but I mean, what don’t you do for a little Dior? Find more info here.