Apartmento

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

- Franz Kafka

For interior inspirations and interviews about creative people in beautiful surroundings: first two images from mieke verbijlen, the next two from eefje de coninck, both based in Antwerp, Belgium.

And of course, how could one not revisit Margaret Howell's Suffolk home, when one's own balcony plants are withering from the cold and light in London is becoming ever so scarce... (although to be fair after the thundery rain comes the most beautiful light pouring into my bathroom in late afternoon)

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Serendipity

douze.

... Listening to a lot of Kings of Convenience, while admiring the theatrical effect evoked by the album artwork. Simple images, with a lot of stories to be told.

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Winter is...

warm. If you stay indoor and curl up in-between the duvets with a cup of hojicha tea and your feet up, or if you keep walking and treading on the road, in the woods, through the rows of stars.

In winter, I -
wear: thick tights, hats, mittens, a Mulberry woolen scarf in the colour of midnight claret
listen to: She & Him Christmas album, Mumford & Sons, my own ukelele playing
read: Paul Auster's Winter Journal, Robert Macfarlane's The Old Ways: A Journey on foot, Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep
want: nothing - I have no wish list but only wish for peace & quiet & thankfulness and love in my heart.

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When I am not blogging I am on...

instagram: misslittlelime (it's a given)

... while I wait for my next roll of film to be finished.

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Into the Wild

*The Heath by Andy Sewell, see the complete series 

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. 

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden, or Life in the Woods

Hampstead Heath, located in the vicinity of inner London, has a very special place in my heart. It is wild, beautiful, inexhaustible - each time I think about the Heath I am reminded of the long walks in solitude in between school and the magic hour - let it be in the scorching heat or dewy hours in the morning, stepping into crunchy leaves, or gliding on the icy pavements - watching the silhouettes of trees in rumination, swimming in the chilling water of the ponds, patting friendly dogs, picnicking and lounging around with friends, listening to the whispers of the wind, humming of the old man nearby, or just silence. Andy Sewell has captured its beauty in his most atmospheric photo series above.

Days

What are days for?

Days are where we live.   

They come, they wake us   

Time and time over.

They are to be happy in:   

Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question

Brings the priest and the doctor   

In their long coats

Running over the fields.

- Philip Larkin

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Summer (in London, if I must put caption under each picture) is - seeing the RA summer exhibition and Edvard Munch, reading with sunglasses on, iced white wine on Charlotte Street, walking amidst wild flowers, having very late brunch at Lantana. 

Or,

summer is strolling at your own pace, getting half drunk and fully happy already at mid-day, humming to the sound of the rain, savouring each unphotographable moments.

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Bubbly

* from Park&Cube // Le Fur Coat // A Lovely Being // marie-acidrain //Freunde von Freunden

'I only drink Champagne when I'm happy, 

and when I'm sad. sometimes I drink it when I'm alone. 

when I have company, I consider it obligatory. 

I trifle with it if I am not hungry and drink it when I am. 

otherwise I never touch it - unless I'm thirsty.'

- Lily Bollinger

Oh yes
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