it's more interesting to have just a picture of a small detail - then you can dream all the rest around it. because when you see the whole thing, what is there to imagine? (dries van noten).
a morning at granville island market. a cup of spicy chai. cool late winter air. a lipstick mark on a cup. a sweet note, from a reader about details and painting pictures with words. she is an artist with words, with light, with color, with texture. his soft white tee shirt. richness in intentional poverty. three photography sessions: one lilac and grey, one navy and turquoise, one ivory and charcoal. she found inspiration in styled shoots. an oatmilk bath. skinny dark sevens. side braids. pigeons fluttering. laughter and connection. many, many cups of herbal infusions. innovation that makes her cry in wonder at the brilliance of the world. dreams for paris. thick and nourishing greens soup of kale and courgette and spinach and parsley and dill. an afternoon with an intern and creativity. fresh fig and wild ginger candle. early mornings. watching him shave. brilliant culture and design on the monocle weekly. dreams of tokyo. a evening of bookclub; four girls from all over the city, together in a cosy basement suite for one evening of fig & chevre salad with lavender-infused honey vinaigrette, and chili-hinted chocolate. theories of art and psychology, shared. an evening of vegetarian fare in a main-street-space covered in graffiti, filled with hippie-types and the sounds of hiphop. peanut-quinoa veggie burgers, salad covered in seeds and lime juice, black beans, creamy avocados. mason jars as glasses for house-brewed iced black tea. barely sweet. delicious, sub-cultural. a daydream: calling lucia, hikari, while in japan: both meaning 'light'. perspective on the future and reflection on the past... over the past years, she has fallen in love, married, lived in europe, traveled to eighteen destinations, finished studies at renowned universities, started a business, established a passionate and creative career in photography and reveled in millions of tiny, poetic moments. she could not have imagined such richness; how can she imagine her future years? thirty feels worlds away.
