SWEET ABANDON

wishing you lingering summer days,

light that glows on the inside & out, 

memories to treasure.

more life on here in a few weeks! 

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thank you to my model
Anastasiia Lokkila

MOODY

some pretty exquisite moody inspiration

served up by Artilleriet.

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MAGIC IN THE BLOCK

i put on my dreaming lens

& walked around the block.

 you don't always have to go that far to find some magic.

it could be the way the sun gives the roofs 

an early kiss goodnight,

lurking inside the pages of a book,

engraved in old walls 

that whisper a million stories,

woven in the the frosty fairytale world

of January,

 sometimes it stares you right in the face :) 

“And above all, 

watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you 

because the greatest secrets 

are always hidden in the most unlikely places. 

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” 

― Roald Dahl

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DAYDREAM

"Daydreaming is its own reward."

~ Marty Rubin

mood on the last official day of holiday. 

just want to keep playin' :) 

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MOOD

"I can smell autumn

dancing in the breeze."

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DECEMBER DESCENDED

“I love to watch the fine mist 

of the night come on, 

the windows and the stars illumined, 

one by one, 

the rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, 

& the moon rise and turn them silver."

 I shall see the springs, the summers, 

& the autumns slowly pass; 

And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, 

I shall close all my shutters, 

pull the curtains tight, 

& build me stately palaces 

by candlelight.”

words:  Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

music: Olafur Arnalds

last image:

model ~ Iris Haapanen 

muah ~ Meghna Mukherjee 

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DREAMING

An ashen-hued Friday

interrupted by a strike of lightning,

then the fleeting glimmer of the sun,

before hushing down to a feathery grey again.

Body & mind slowed right down

with a little autumn flu. 

Weeks of busyness

came to an end,

now time to land in between. 

Despite its unfinished state,

our home is warm,

its walls dripping with dreams. 

Tuhkanharmaa perjantai,

jonka hetkeksi keskeytti salamointi,

sitten kultainen valo,

joka katosi yhtä nopeasti kuin ilmestyi,

taittui takaisin untuvan pehmeään harmauteen. 

Mieli & ruumis sykkivät

harmittoman syysflunssan otteessa hitaalla.

Kiireviikot takana,

aikaa laskeutua hengähtämään. 

Koti kaikessa keskeneräisyydessään

on lämmin,

sen seinät tihkuvat unelmia.