Thank you.
I know it’s been a while. This little blog of ours has been crying for attention for so long, yet life always got in the way. Manon and I now live really far apart. As much as I wanted to continue this adventure with her, I am forced to admit that it is not possible anymore at this moment. I will be flying solo on … Continue reading Thank you.
Between Buda & Pest
Budapest had been on our travel list for quite some time, though a part of me still believed there was a little too much fuss about this city. Let’s be honest, how could Budapest stand a chance next to Paris or London? Well, well, well. It was love at first sight, I tell you. Stunning architecture, splendid weather, delicious food and crazy nightlife were the … Continue reading Between Buda & Pest
The stripes in her eyes
Let’s be honest, I often get dizzy when I get a glimpse of my impressive collections of stripes and denim (we won’t talk about the shoes today, thankyouverymuch). Big of fine stripes, dark or light denim, I feel like some external force is literally pushing me to buy the same over and over again. Of course, I have dealt with the disapproving or half-amused looks … Continue reading The stripes in her eyes
Bluedapest
Just like Picasso and his art, me and my closet already have been through a lot of different colour phases. Black everything, the pastel period or red rage: yes this ginger has really tried it all. There’s only one colour that keeps finding its way to my outfits, no matter what: blue. No wonder our latest trip to Budapest swept me off my feet. The city clearly has the … Continue reading Bluedapest
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn
The “Je m’en fous” attitude is a real way of life. It begins with a shrug of the shoulders and a blasé look in our teens, and then it never really stops. I’d even dare to say it gets worse with age. Je m’en fous is pure nonchalance. It’s the impression you float in the air above everything in life like it’s so easy to … Continue reading Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn
Until love conquers all.
Ça a commencé par deux mots : breaking news, lancés dans ma boite mail hier matin. Des informations floues et incomplètes, un froid grelottant qui s’installe. Ça y est. C’est notre tour. C’est chez nous. Et soudain, j’ai envie d’être avec eux. Avec ma famille, avec mes amis. De les serrer dans mes bras et leur dire que tout ira bien. Que tout ira mieux demain, … Continue reading Until love conquers all.
I’m a fool for the cities
I can’t believe that just one year ago I was still studying like crazy for my exams, dreaming of economics and marketing, stressing about business law. It all seems so far away now that I can enjoy New Year’s Eve without thinking about anything else than friends and parties. I’m not the kind of person who has new goals every year. I am never going … Continue reading I’m a fool for the cities
The colours of the wind
I love the winter. I love wearing beanies and layering with big scarfs and warm knitwear. Since most of the days are rainy and grey here in Leiden, I try to wear colours as much as possible. They brighten the day and keep you away from the Dark Side (trying to get tickets to go see the new Star Wars movie these days and clearly … Continue reading The colours of the wind
To love is to leave and lose
I’ve always dreamed of living abroad. I could see myself in a teeny tiny flat in NYC, a Scandinavian cottage in Stockholm or an old terraced house in London. I imagined myself strolling around the streets of Paris, taking the tram in Lisbon or biking along the canals in Amsterdam. In fact, I was always thinking about everything I would find there but never what … Continue reading To love is to leave and lose
Winter is coming in Hamburg
Three weeks ago, the Spaceboy and I found out that Hamburg was just a small hour flight away from Amsterdam. Two weeks ago, then, we decided to go on a weekend trip to Germany’s second biggest city. Okay, we’ve only been there for 48 hours, but as I always say: it way too short to see it all, but enough to make you wanna go … Continue reading Winter is coming in Hamburg
Les Rousses 