Sunday, 19 March 2017


with 90 per cent of my memory card 
filling up with stuff for others this week
that needed to be vibrant, sharp and look like them,
the weekend comes and I'm gaaasping
to blur the lines, fade out the colours,
find comfort in what remains unseen. 
a little rummage through the hard drive
led to a late-night edit on those lines. 


“I have no advice for anybody; 
except to, you know, 
be awake enough 
to see where you are at any given time, 
& how that is beautiful, 
& has poetry inside.” 

- Jeff Buckely



Tuesday, 14 March 2017


couldn't resist snapping some 
behind-the-scenes images
from last week's product shoot

spring is just around the corner,


Sunday, 12 March 2017


hymn to the weekend.

(last pic a vertical version
for the 52 week photography challenge,
artistic, still life) 


Saturday, 4 March 2017


we've reached another era 
~ she planned the entire thing,
chose her flowers,
decided on the menu, 
gave instructions on the cake she was after
('you just need to divide the cake mix
into two different bowls
& throw in different amounts of red colouring...'),
baked and prepared the rest in advance
 after her ballet lesson last night.

i look at her and marvel every day. 


and so loved.

(I don't think any movie scene has made me well up 
like the one above from The Help
(all the more powerful
when you watch the whole movie
and see the context)

~ oh the power of words,
and uplifting each & everyone,
big & especially the small...)

Sunday, 26 February 2017


I wake up in a quiet house.
The snowfall outside turns the world to mute,
obscures the view into blurred, soft contours.
I slip into this Sunday
as if into a cotton kimono. 
This milky white light, soothing silence.
The end of a winter holiday week winter flu
 felt as velvet on the skin
& crystal-clear, brand new thoughts
that seemingly appeared from nowhere.
Creative ideas that cannot be squeezed into daylight by force
& get silenced by the noise and chaos of the usual busyness.
It's chains like these that continuously make me marvel
~ just think how much bubbles deep within us,
 waiting to flow free,
if you truly pause for a moment,
put out your gentle feelers. 
Sometimes there's nothing that speaks 
as loud as silence.

Herään hiljaisessa talossa.
Lumisade vaimentaa äänet entisestään, 
sumentaa näkymät.
Tähän sunnuntaihin sujahdan
kuin puuvillakimonoon. 
Maidonvalkea valo, hiljaisuus.
Talvilomaviikon ja flunssan jälkeinen raukeus
tuntuu samettina iholla
ja kirkastuneina, kuin tyhjästä ilmaantuneina uusina ajatuksina.
Luovina ideoina, joita ei voi väkisin pusertaa esiin
ja jotka kiireessä jäävät kaiken melun peittoon.
Nämä tällaiset ketjut jaksavat ihmetyttää
~ mitä kaikkea meidän sisällä pulppuaakaan,
valmiina murtamaan kaikki padot,
jos vain oikeasti pysähtyy,
hellästi tunnustelee. 
Joskus mikään ei puhu yhtä lujaa
kuin hiljaisuus. 


Friday, 24 February 2017


it was a grey november day
when i saw an offer i couldn't refuse
& bagged a room in a plush hotel in our town
for a later date
~ for last weekend to be exact,
to celebrate my husband's birthday,
life together,

i'd never done this before,
stayed in a hotel in my own town
just for the fun of it,
the indulgence of it. 

a weekend of canapés & bubbly drinks,
swirling velvet stairs
leading to our room 
on the 8th floor.

a weekend of feeling a little frivolous,
and anonymous,
as when visiting a foreign city.
even the streets gleamed in a new light
when we traipsed over to the restaurant
where we had reservations 
two blocks away. 

a weekend of feeling
we could be anyone,
from anywhere,
start over wherever or however we wanted
 ~ that same feeling that has hit me on aeroplanes
ever since i was young kid. 

a weekend of feeling glad for our life 
as we know it right now,
despite the world slipping into the guise of an oyster. 


Sunday, 12 February 2017


City of perfume steeped on a hill.
A scent-filled town that's conjured up 
magical connotations in my head
& created a longing 
to see it for myself one day.
Last summer I got lucky. 

in the heart of the medieval town
merges the past & present
in the art of perfume-making.
The old town mansion
with its stunning rooms
& modern, light-filled glass extensions
filled with plants like vetiver, patchouli and jasmine
reveal the secrets behind all things olfactory
from raw materials and ancient methods of distilling flowers & plants 
to 80s headspace and bottle design. 

There were metal rods to pull out from a wall,
each lined with a different variation 
of Dior's favourite flower muguet, aka lily of the valley,
& capsules to fill the nose with everything 
from whiskey to rose, mimosa, vanilla, tuberose...

Next door, 
Fragonard with its smaller museum, 
elegant shop 
& glimpse into perfume-making du jour. 

Many months have passed since our trip to Grasse,
but the sillage on my skin still lingers... 


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