Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Ch-Ch-Changes


For those who are not aware of what's been going on in my life recently, I have some breaking news: I am currently living in Dublin - birthplace of Oscar Wilde, Jameson, Bob Geldof and My Bloody Valentine. That's right, I've moved to Ireland! Remember when I arrived in Dublin for the first time? Exactly one year ago. It didn't take me too long to consider moving to this capital city - smaller and less stressful than London, relatively safe, multicultural enough and not too far away from home (3 hour flight).

This was one hell of a hard step to take, I reckon. I'm not going to sugarcoat my story: my lack of confidence doesn't really help in these circumstances and there were hard times when I was ready to give up and go back to Portugal. On my own, I had no other choice but to encourage myself to develop extraordinary strength and resilience in order to keep me going. Pretty tough but that's how you adjust and eventually get by. I'm glad I've made a few friends over here who truly helped me when I most needed - it's comforting to know who you can count on. You see, moving abroad can be a thorny experience.

Leaving everything behind for a fresh start in Emerald Isle, a country cursed with neverending rain, sounds like a foolish thing to do but I still insisted on giving it a go. I'm just a small town girl looking for something else in life, brave enough to try my luck away from my suffocating hometown (don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful place but it couldn't offer me whatever it is that I'm looking for). I haven't regretted my decision so far, even though I miss my parents, my friends and needless to say, the coffee back home (!). However, I firmly believe that, if I survived January blues by myself, the mild homesickness and St Patrick's Day, I shall survive this struggle too - hopefully not in a Dickensian fashion. I don't know for how long will I stay in Dublin, no matter how much I enjoy it; temporary things can become permanent and vice-versa. Meanwhile, it's all happening and I'm making the most out of it.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

♥ SUNDAY BEST ♥ #70

A tempescope reproduces the weather conditions in the comfort of your own living room - how cool is that?

Marianne Faithfull in 1967 looked insanely stylish.



A few photos featured in this incredible shoot.


Yuuuuummmmm this cheesecake looks delicious.

Embroided pet portraits are the cutest thing ever.


Bug prints are so cool!

Can I add this whales poster to my wishlist?

Teletubbies in black and white have to be one of the most disturbing, terrifying things I've ever seen.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Grey Days, Blue Haze


Hopes and dreams went somewhere by themselves and got lost or locked out. Some people have the privilege of living a life illustrated with blue skies and unicorn-shaped rainbows, others don't. I question my choices everyday and pretty much dwell on memories as if we could repeat and restart the past. Here I am, by the window, waiting for the rain to finally arrive and wash my blues away, in tune with what I'm listening to. Coffee's gone lukewarm and I still can't decide what to cook. It's Saturday but it feels so much like a Sunday. 

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Masaru Shichinohe


Japanese artist Masaru Schichinohe aka Maboroshi (meaning "ghost" in Japanese) has created a dream within a dream: a dark, surreal, fantastic underworld painted on wood panels with acrylic paint. Masaru was born in 1959 and graduated from Tokyo University of Arts in 1981. His artwork is like the dark side of Alice in Wonderland; a childhood nightmare embellished by fairytales and memories stuck inside a trouble mind where space and time ceased to exist. It almost makes me feel as if some of our dreams are exposed and diagnosed in these paintings.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

As Time Goes By


Time never stays still; it flies instead, not waiting for anyone. Some days are wasted, out of lethargy, and we feel like life is passing us by. A foggy morning gradually turns into a sunny afternoon, only to make room for clouds to cry their own tears followed by the gayest rainbow. Coffee, poppy seeds, salted caramel and smoked salmon wait for me in the kitchen as it gets darker outside. Yawn after yawn, I lose track of time.
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