When you find out your normal daily life is called “quarantine”

When you find out your normal daily life is called "quarantine"

These days, being confined at home, I like to take myself on a walk in the woods.

I don’t do it every day, because since it’s winter time we can get some gosh-awful weather. Definitely the worst is the combined winds + rain. Which for me cancels any thoughts of going out.

I have barely mentioned anything regarding my health issues, other than, I need to take some time off to care for myself… I don’t think I’m ready to write about it yet, but basically what I have is chronic. I am learning to live with it, and do the best I can whilst dealing with that. It sure hasn’t been easy but I’m an optimistic, and grateful person.

So, one of the most important thing in my daily life is to walk. Going into the woods gives me such good energy, it recharges me, connects me to the simple enjoyable things, and the importance of life. It also inspires me to look forward no matter what.

When you find out your normal daily life is called "quarantine"
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There’s no place like home.

There’s no place like home.

I love being home !

Where we live it’s such a beautiful and magical place. We have the woods nearby, and a lake, and also a river down… we get to see people riding horses. It’s very French as well, in the sense that it’s a foodie town, so you can find all the necessary ingredients for cooking amazing dishes. The Farmer’s & Flowers market is stunning, definitely worth going out on a Saturday morning for.

My day-to-day life is actually pretty peaceful, and lovely. I romanticize it a lot, which is easy because the surroundings are quite poetic, and that’s why I absolutely hate getting out of my bubble. I get so much anxiety whenever I have to go to Paris, even though it’s like super close and I’m a Parisian-born. Being here feels like we’re away from that madness, it’s delightful 💗

There’s no place like home.
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Turns out making my bed and writing a to do list did not fix my problems

Turns out making my bed and writing a to do list did not fix my problems

Turns out one of my favorite things to do while vacationing in Serbia, is just hangout with my Grandma, go to the Farmer’s Market, and drink some coffee… sorry, I meant latte. I can’t drink coffee if there’s no milk in it. Don’t judge me, I already know I’m a snowflake.

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What if ghosts can’t see us either and they’re scared as sh*t, cause who the f*ck is making pizza bagels at 2 a.m.

What if ghosts can’t see us either and they’re scared as sh*t, cause who the fuck is making pizza bagels at 2 a.m.

Hello guys 🙂 I have edited so many pictures lately, it would be a crime if I didn’t show any… so I decided to blog more often, but it won’t have any specific order. My mind can’t bother with sense anymore.

In this series of portraits, you get to take a look at my talented best friend, whom I adore. She came to see me in Serbia a couple months ago, and we had a blast. Best(ies) vacay ever ! This specific photoshoot is from the first morning actually. We had an amazing brunch at this hype restaurant by the Waterfront in Belgrade, named “Ambar”. Delicious and traditional Serbian foods, with a twist… ugh, our bellies were fulfilled. Highly recommend it, we started off our vacation in the best way possible.

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Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.

French countryside

Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.
Provins is a wonderful medieval town not too far from Paris, that we had the delight to visit on a beautiful summer day. There we could find picturesque little houses, a beautiful rose garden with so many different species, never-ending views on fields, a big romanesque castle and of course this feeling of being away from a big city, and breathing the fresh air, just enjoying ourselves.
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