I remember this morning like it was yesterday. Around 7 am on Valentine’s Day in February, Nicole and I headed out to Central Park to catch the park empty and all covered in snow. I previously showed you a little sneak peek from this shoot but now I can finally show you a couple of more photos.
I was so thrilled when I heard that Nicole had won the award for “Best Photography Blog” during New York Fashion Week earlier in September at the Bloglovin’ Awards. It was so sad that I couldn’t be there to celebrate together with them but work kept me here in Paris. I’m so happy that all of her hard work (I honestly don’t know anyone who works as hard as she does) and creativity shines through in everything that she does and that people appreciate all the hard work we put into the photographs. It’s been an absolute pleasure and honour to work alongside Nicole and Luke. Sometimes I can’t even believe how lucky I am for being able to do what I love doing with such wonderful people, friends and professionals.
For more photos and outfit details you can visit Nicole’s blog.
I could not stop photographing the sea while in Nice. Those blue, turquoise and green colours are apparently addictive and resulted in over 640 photos of nothing but water (from one single afternoon). I think I’ve been missing being close to the sea since Paris is so far away from the coast… Hopefully it won’t be too long until I get to see it again!
Even though I was in Nice over the weekend for work, I did manage to take a few photos and stroll the streets on this beautiful city for myself as well. Last time I visited Nice and the French Riviera was together with a former boyfriend and a couple of friends over four year ago now but not too much has changed in this little city by the sea. Nice is still colourful and undeniably charming, and so were the people. Perhaps it because I’ve been living in Paris for a while now but after a couple of hours I realised that the kindness of strangers actually shocked me a little bit. Being treated to five glasses of wine by people I’ve never met before, making friends with several taxi drivers and having cars stop to let me cross the street are things I’m not too familiar with after Parisian life. The happiness and relaxed vibe must have gotten to me because after an intense work period during fashion week, Nice (including sun, sea, room service and the fluffiest bathrobe you can ever imagine) was exactly what I needed.
My (work-)weekend in Nice went by way too quickly… But I did manage to snap quite a few photos with my phone while away, but how could you not? My phone is currently displaying the message reading “storage space full”, which mainly is the result of taking around 400 photos of the sea – I’m obsessed with those green and blue colours! Follow along on Instagram for more photos and updates.
… Fast forward to a couple of days after fashion week and I’m finding myself in Nice, just wrapping up a shoot I flew in to do on Friday (therefore the absence of updates around here). After a short but super intense period on the French Riviera it’s time to fly back to Paris today but if I could, I’d definitely stay behind a bit longer to enjoy the sun, beach and all the excited new places I’ve stumbled across. I can’t wait to tell you more about the job I’ve been photographing for and hopefully share more photos from this wonderful place.
I usually come back home with memory cards completely overfilled with photos from a sunny, colourful and charming Rome, but not this time. Unfortunately I didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked but the reason to this was simply because I was having so much fun I almost forgot that I was supposed to bring my camera with me (which seems like a valid reason, if any). It’s always easier to remember to bring your phone along and therefor my Instagram was flooded by pictures from my vacation instead. Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing something else than Paris through my Instagram lens during the last couple of weeks.
Rome is a city that screams happiness. People take their time to enjoy, stop to chat in the middle of the streets, value good food more than most other things and drink wine before noon – much like Paris you might think? No, Rome is very different from our beloved Paris, in both good ways and bad (although I’ve still not figured out what the bad ways would be). After walking along cobblestone streets exploring Monti, Trastevere and the oldest part of the city and passing colourful buildings on my way, I had lost track of how many times I was greeted with a smile and “boungiorno signorina” by complete strangers. Something that wouldn’t happen on the Parisian métro, I’m sure.
After spending one day on the back of Annie’s scooter, seeing Rome in the best way possible (and something that simply is a must if you’re heading to the Italian capital), eating an obscene amount of pasta and supplì, dancing the night away under starry skies and celebrating dear friends, and new friendships, I was convinced: I’m moving to Rome.
This realisation did not solely come to me because I’m madly in love with the city (and that beautiful language) but also because it’s not until you leave Paris you actually realise what you’ve (subconsciously) been missing. Don’t panic, I don’t see a move to Roma in the near future at the moment but someday I’ll definitely have to try my luck for a little while in the land of pizza, gorgeous men and wine.
Only a few days (ok, maybe a little bit more than that) have passed and I’m already longing to go back to the beach, sea and spend days with my feet buried deep in the sand. These
vacations trips always seem to last too short. Luckily I can still remember that salty water, the wind in my hair and sun on my cheeks thanks to a few photos and a few extra freckles. Hopefully it won’t be too long until I see the horizon again…
After spending a few days on the beach with my feet buried deep in the sand it was nice to switch it up with some watermelon slices, ice tea and time by the pool together with my little sister. Funnily enough a longing for Paris and my new apartment started to creep up on me just after a few days and then, as soon as I left Terracina to spend a couple of days in Rome, the longing for the beach, sea and days by the pool replaced it. Isn’t that always how it goes? Now I could give anything to be back on that sunbed, drinking my cappuccino while looking out over the sea. But Rome is pretty awesome too, so I shouldn’t complain at all. Until next year Terracina!
My home away from home while in Terracina is the beautiful Hotel Poseidon, where these photos were taken.
Ice tea and days spent by the pool, I can’t get enough of this.