the quiet after
The rooftop was empty by 9:30, the kind of empty that feels like a gift instead of a loneliness. I was still in my swimsuit, sand somewhere between the fabric and my skin, hair half dry from a day that started with lights and cameras and ended, finally, with nothing at all. The air was warm and soft, the kind of evening that holds onto the heat a little longer, like it does not want the day to end either. I sat down without really deciding to. My phone stayed face down. For once I did not chec
The Colors of Summer Taste
To really know someone, I believe you must understand what brings them joy in the simplest moments. For me, it is always about the senses. I am usually sharing fashion archives or interior curation, but today I want to bring you a little closer to my daily life through something different. My taste preferences are very specific, and they always connect back to a certain feeling. A Scent and a Memory There is a particular aroma that defines these warm months for me. It is the sweet, rich scentThe Art of the Late Morning
There is a specific kind of golden light that enters my room when the sun is already high. Today I opened my eyes and it was 11 AM. For me, this is incredibly late. I am usually someone who loves the early hours, the quiet magic of the sunrise over the sea, but today my body decided otherwise. The strange thing is how I felt when I woke up. I had a completely restfull sleep, the kind of deep night where you do not even dream. Yet, when I stood up, a heavy wave of tiredness washed over me. It is