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19 February 2017







I peeked behind the cacti. I could breath in the tropics almost as I had been back in the place below the equator. Oh the greens, the lights and the blue skies! The winter garden is a hidden paradise within cold grey February.

A little photoshoot in this magical glass house garden was definitely a brilliant pick-me-up in the middle of a dull slushy day that had already wet my shoes and killed my curls. I don't know how can it be possible I haven't tumbled into this place before – I've seen it and drove past it a million times but it never occurred to me a paradise might lie within it. Better later than never, I guess.

I was wearing this Sister Jane shirt that has been hanging in my closet for months and months. The leopard pattern is really amazing and fits the "jungle" theme quite well. I love the colours and the collar too not to even mention the black bow.

The earrings have a more dramatic story. Being my favourite pair of pearls I was devastated when one morning I could find only one of them. It took months and months of heart break and a one very very lucky morning that I could see something shining in the bottom of a tote bag. The joy was immeasurable and we've been inseparable ever since.

image credit // portraits by Suvi Ojala
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14 February 2017

In your Starry Eyes lie hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams lie in your heart, your Golden Heart.

Valentine's day is a day. A cup of coffee and matriculation examinations. My brown leather boots click when they hit the asphalts of Helsinki. The pure excitement of a newly discovered magazine shop. I close my eyes and it all is good. I cried and you held my hand. It was a beautiful day. We've been beautiful, Starry Eyes and Golden Locks. Golden Hearts and golden tomorrows.

My life seems to take two steps forwards and then one leap backwards. You been there. You've told me pretty words. I cry painful tears of terror, I like the sound of your heart beat, you keep me calm in your breathing. We've swam in the ocean of lights and got caught up in high tide. You've told me pretty words and danced with me in the kitchen.

We're different children, you and me. We live in the dreams like Gatsby. We paint breathtaking pictures of the future. We like complicated words. We face battles together. There's us in a bitter crowd. There's us when there's no one else.

We are day and night, We are soft summer nights in August. We are flowers at the airport. We are long drives through the night. We are never ending soundtracks. We are this, us, everything and more.
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