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.
There’s not much else being done over here in Italy than eating, sleeping and laying on the beach (add playing around in the sea and a crazy amount of pizza to this equation) – which is perfectly fine by me. Terracina, a small town an hour or two south of Rome, is where my family and I come each year to relax and enjoy the Italian sun. It just happens to be so that some of the loveliest people in the world also lives here, which makes the trip even more brilliant and something I long for each summer.
During the last couple of days my biggest concerns have been deciding on what to eat for lunch and if I have enough energy to get up an cool down in the water. I spend the mornings working and afterwards I make my way down to the beach where I drink my morning coffee with my feet buried deep in the sand. I try to study French (with audiotapes thanks to the lovely Hana) while sunbathing and flick through magazines I bought at the airport in Paris when I need a little break. I stay on my sunbed until the light gets all golden and soft, eat dinner with family and friends under a sky with more stars than I’ve ever seen in Paris before and enjoy a gelato together with a few too many glasses of prosecco before snuggling up in my bed, only to do it all over again the next day. To say that I’m enjoying myself is an understatement.
You may think that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth completely but no, I’ve simply been way too comfortable on my sunbed over here in Italy, eating watermelon for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I feel as though I’ve been running a marathon during the last couple of months in Paris, looking for apartments, trying to get on top of work and sorting out my own business so when my feet finally disappeared into the Italian sand I had to take a moment and enjoy it before finding my way back to digital devices and laptop. I’ve promised myself to really relax enjoy my time here in Terracina together with family and friends as much as I possibly can but when being a freelancer it’s hard to completely shut off and not look at my emails in between ice cream cones. Due to this digital ban (which is not really working at all, but anyway) I suggest following along on Instagram since it’s easier to justify fiddling with my phone for a few minutes than bringing the entire laptop to the beach… Bonnes vacances!
Getting to create short stories in our heads and then acting them out through photographs is probably one of the things I enjoy doing the most together with Nicole. Sometimes it’s simply about showing of the outfit in a nice and simple way and although that’s a lot of fun as well nothing beats getting a bit creative. And upon seeing the beautiful Valentino black lace dress and cape, that Nicole is wearing in the photograph above, for the first time we knew we had to get a bit more imaginative with it. That resulted in an early morning in Central Park during our New York trip and having to walk through knee-deep snow, falling down on slippery ice and almost getting my eyes poked out by twigs.
For more photographs and outfit details, hop on over to Nicole’s blog.
What did Nicole and I do at 7am in the morning on Valentine’s day in New York you ask? We crawled out of bed incredibly early to catch a cab (while still being half asleep) to the beautiful Central Park, all covered in freshly fallen snow. We wanted to come early to avoid the overabundance of people and to be able to shoot this beautiful Carolina Herrera skirt in the middle of the park, which looked more like something out of a movie. I’m rarely impressed by snow (it could very well have something to do with the fact that I’m from Sweden…) but this time I actually have to admit that I absolutely loved it. So beautiful, so serene, so perfect. This is a little outtake from our shoot that morning that we wanted to share, it was just too cute of a moment not to! I can’t wait to show you all of the photos.