Black & White: Dior Couture Fall 2017 When I opened this blog months ago, I promised myself to keep it up and running consistently: I know I need my creativity in order to feel complete and keeping a blog is the only way to manage to express my artistic self with a little bit of regularity. This is all because my brain is split exactly in two halves: the scientist, rational and methodological and the artist, chaotic and imaginative. These…
There is a lesson I learned the hard way, after my (in)famous break-up. And, after a conversation with my sister about this topic, I promised myself as a New Year resolution: never forget this lesson. But to tell you what this lesson is I’ll have to start from the beginning. So what is the main thing you do in the months days after a break-up? I’ll tell you: Google. It initially happens because you realize that your friends and family…
I have been desperately looking for some time to write a blog post in the last days after my holidays, but time is incredibly short lately. The adorable Belgian highway network is so crammed these days that my usual commute takes 4 hours a day (FOUR.HOURS.SERIOUSLY) instead of 2. Moreover, the managers of the project I’m working on had the brilliant idea of making me a team leader, so now the job is even busier than usual (goodbye lunch break…
I thought I wouldn’t say a word about what happened in Paris on Friday. Honestly, I didn’t think there was much to say. Just silence and respect. And I couldn’t talk about it. I didn’t have an opinion about it. I was just feeling sad, and sick. I spent my Sunday trying to process it all on my couch, with my cat on my lap and a heavy feeling of inertia. Shell shocked, I thought that there was nothing meaningful…
Lately I feel so ugly that every time someone is coming in my office to ask me a question I feel the urge to hide under my desk. My head lives in a constant bad-hair-day, I have horrible circles under my eyes and it looks like every pore on my face has decided to explode in a horrible pimple. And of course I’ve got nothing to wear. But my boyfriend still tells me that I’m beautiful, my friends still make…