Live as if this is all there is.

Live with intention. Walk to the edge.

Listen hard. Practice wellness.

Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret.

Continue to learn. Appreciate your friends.

Do what you love.

Live as if this is all there is.

- Mary Ann Hershey -

it's just after four am in the morning here. and i'm still awake. wide awake. i'll be leaving for hamburg in a few hours and hopefully taking big and small steps in new projects and ideas.

so as i'm preparing the paperwork i need to take with me, i'm reading over some of my favourites quotes. desperately trying to find files and notes and pieces of paper here and there, where other favourite quotes have always been written down. and some of these quotes, i had forgotten. or they simply slipped to little corners of my mind and yet, with the simply and powerful words they are, they can't be forgotten. maybe that's what this project is all about. creating a way to make these words apparent again. sharing them to be remembered, to accompany along the way and not to be simply kept on little slips and pieces of paper that gets lost in the piles and accumulations of the world.

another reminder to the self however, that i shouldn't be writing philosophical thoughts in the wee hours of the morning?

but i'm so looking forward to hamburg. have only been there once before and many too many years ago. these days, as much as so many things are alive in me. i'm also embracing the chance to distance myself. a small escape. new faces and new places. and a bit of work. and a bit of play.

yes, there definitely most be more play in life.

how could i forget?

In the palm of my hand...

"In my dreams, the angel shrugged and said,

'If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination.'

And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand."

- Brian Andreas -

to the lighthouse...

And that was what now she often felt to the need of - to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself... When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

- virginia woolf -

to the lighthouse

new york. new york.

smile on the face. again.

another bouquet of flowers and omondieu! will be off and finding their way to new york.

and i can't tell you how much of me, is wishing i was bringing that package there myself.

and whenever i know my designs are going to new york, this giddy, girly, hugely silly grin covers my face and the heart starts beating just a bit faster. i feel proud and in the midsts and masses of amazing people, doing amazing things, i feel like i'm leaving my own little thumbprint of "here i am" behind.

rena's new boutique is going to be lusciously gorgeous. i so wish i could be there for the opening.

new york. why are you so so far away?



night. night.

off to dream for a few hours.

rainy. grey. autumn. sunday.

rainy. grey. autumn. sunday.

but i'm loving and adoring her. i'm enjoying another cup of coffee, waiting just a moment longer before throwing on some "i can walk into the world like this" decent clothing, grabbing my hat and heading out for a walk with the pup. yes, i like walking in rain. and without an umbrella.

just doing some cleansing of my bookmarks and files. kind of like a computer feng shui i suppose. i've often wondered if i have the world's largest bookmark collection? it's a lot like my stacks and piles of paper in the office. however i swear and i promise, an orderly "creative" chaos. and research. these piles are simply research. again, one of the projects i've been working on in spurts and stages. the purging in life. yes, i believe. there is a time when less is more.

and right now, i'm just looking at so many of the books on my want to have list. these are the books that i see in my house by the sea. one day. so yes, please confirm the fact that as much as a realist i am, as much a day dreamer i am. that's the sagittarius in me. feet on the ground, shooting for the stars.

this is the one i am particularily coveting right now.




Robert Doisneau - A Photographer's Life.

he fascinates me. the way he saw life, and captured life. mysterious and honest. secrets within secrets. and that, is what photography to me is about. discovering secrets, sharing secrets, but keeping them secrets. and he makes me dream of paris, or wishing we could step back in time, just for a day, with a camera. life just seemed to have that much more innocence back then.

and here we are now.

rainy. grey. autumn. sunday.

one day.

"If you asked me what I came into this world to do,

I will tell you, I came to live out loud."

- Emile Zola

so eventually i will start living out loud. here, with words.


ang.