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!
As you’ve probably understood by now, I was in haute couture heaven last week. After my magical experience with Dior, I had the pleasure of experiencing the incredible haute couture show by Jean Paul Gaultier. Sequins, leather, velvet and sparkles dominated the runway where models like Frida Gustafsson stomped down. Attending haute couture week is something I’ll never forget, and something I hope I have the opportunity to do in the future as well. Thank you to Instagram for their lovely feature as well!
Unpacking is always way more fun than packing. Especially when you get to unpack, and decorate, however you’d like. For the first time in my life, I now get to choose were things are going and which glasses I’m drinking out of – something I’ve been fantasising about forever. Although a small space with limited storage makes you think twice about keeping unnecessary items and forces you to become ruthless when choosing how many pairs of shoes and jackets you actually need to keep.
My first buy after I signed the lease for my apartment? Three tins of tea from Marriage Frères, which is something silly I’ve been wanting to buy for myself for the longest time now but always ignored since that would mean even less place in my already overpacked suitcases when it’s time for the next move. Finally, for the first time in 1,5 years I can now unpack my bags and not worry, or have to think about, when I’ll pack them again. Phew!
Mint coloured tulle skirt pink chiffon skirt from Alexandra Grecco – Baby blue bag from Dannijo – Sparkly heels from Zara – Ballet flats from Chanel – Navy blue jacket from Red Valentino – Black bucket bag from Mansur Gavriel – Pyjama shorts from Oysho – Slippers from Oysho – Watch from Corniche – Code rings from Lulu Frost – Earrings from Dannijo – Gold bar necklace & gold circle necklace from Etsy – Nude coloured flats from J.Crew – Black ballet flats from Josefinas.
One of the first thoughts racing through my mind when I took the first step inside the Dior venue for the brand’s Haute Couture show yesterday was: I feel really bad for the person in charge of the budget (if there’s such a thing as a budget when it comes to Dior) when someone proposed the idea of covering every single centimeter of every wall in beautiful, luscious orchids… But perhaps that’s nothing to worry about when it’s Dior we’re talking about (after all, I shouldn’t expect anything less after their igloo/cave moment last year). Either way, the venue dressed in all white – and the millions of orchids covering the walls – blew my
socks Chanel ballet flats off. It was everything I had hoped for, and more.
There were so many highlights during yesterday that I don’t even know where to begin… The show being held at Musée Rodin (my favourite museum in Paris), seeing my very own name on a Haute Couture invitation, getting to go backstage, sitting across from Charlize Theron and Sean Penn and witnessing pure magic walking down the runway were all moments of absolute happiness.
The focus should of course be on the clothing and accessories but I can’t help but to appreciate the designers who take their time and build a whole world around it as well. Together with the music they create an atmosphere that has me thinking about the show for hours and hours after it’s over. When I said that I was entering the magical world of Dior, I truly meant it.
There are certain moments in your life that you’ll remember forever, right? Attending the Christian Dior haute couture show last season was unquestionably one of those moments for me, but getting to be present for a second time might just be the icing on the cake. Never have I ever squealed so loudly for post in my entire life. Now you know what I’ll be up to today… Haute Couture week has officially started in Paris!