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Tag Archives: Happiness
When I first heard this song on Spotify, I wondered what language it was, going by the tune you would think American maybe, some kind of rap? Smooth. Is it Pharrell, Timberlake? My mind went racing but just couldn’t … Continue reading
This month I visited Maison & Objet in Paris. Planned but some of it, serendipitous. I was confronted with the work of Anne Sophie Gruwez. And instantly felt a connection. The joy RADIATING like a force of nature, I studied one after … Continue reading
Illustrations by Izak Zenou, for Susan Miller’s Year Ahead 2018 Wall Calendar . I chose images that somehow spoke to me, telling me a story about a woman you could find in front of the Guggenheim Museum, with an eye for … Continue reading
A Sunday. Smooth tune is playing in stylish interior, woman lying on the sofa, enjoying the music, wearing the t-shirt.
The catch of a moment online gathering. Browsing, shopping for that jenesaisquoi, untill you find it. Therapeutic.
A board I made on Pinterest, ages ago. And haven’t looked at since. I wonder – some images seem new. Note To Self is the title of the board, a collection of images telling me about stuff I shouldn’t forget. … Continue reading