this is life... life is waking up next to her love, cuddling in bed, late in the morning on a weekday, tuesday. life is wearing his cardigan with a silk scarf. life is warm butter on bread, rich. life is the celebration of spring's arrival, of basking in sunlight on window panes. life is walking, hand in hand over the bridge that separates their home from the downtown of the city, admiring the skyline. life is fresh flowers and penguin classics. life is imagining their days filled with a puppy named hugo. life is them both pulling on the duvet, for more feathered warmth.
this is life... life is a week of mornings with him, home late. life is squares of dark chocolate. life is a week of both him and her, daydreaming of envisioning the life they love living... perhaps taking their babes to pick olives one day, wearing green wellies. life is looking at photographs from the festival of color, hoping to experience it one day, covered in brightly hued powder. life is a long day of work, of exhuastion followed by abandoning the kitchen for a walk through the refreshing air to nuba... crispy cauliflower, covered in a spice rub; lamb kibba with pinenuts, tzatiki, shredded beets; okra stew with tomatoes and chickpeas over brown rice; grilled haloumi salad with sliced ripe tomatoes, walnuts and pomegranate vinaigrette. life is a quiet house, dim lamps, a blanket and a book in his hands, calm.
this is life... life is dreaming of apartments in paris and of holidays in provence. life is the reality of moving to the city of light, sinking in to her heart. life is recognizing that this documentary space has been visited by eighty-nine countries in the world, half of the earth... from russia to india to greece to the phillipines to peru to saudi arabia to iceland… one thousand eight hundred and fifty seven cities, from london to stockolm to melbourne to seoul... every single inhabitable continent. life is shopping for spring fashions, enjoying the role of curating an aesthetic, of watching her purchases wrapped in tissue paper. french-inspired stripes, aviators, nude polish, a top of hand beaded tulle, a scarf with golden threads, navy ballerina flats, a bohemian tassled pashmina, floaty summer dresses. life is watching the sun dip behind the horizon as late as half-seven, perhaps even eight. life is lemons squeezed with sugar, over ice, handmade lemonade.
this is life... life is a friday with her mama, sipping london fogs, shopping for grey italian cashmere and pure black silk and diamonds. life is four cartons of thai-inspired fare ordered at the noodle box, with wooden chopsticks and wedges of lime, with chilled bottles of imported beer. life is an evening walk in the warm air, around the water at the edge of the city. life is him wearing a soft shirt in shades of azure. life is film after film, one with elegant fashion, one with ballet.
