you sold your soul to the evil and the lust / I'm all messed up, I'm so outta line

winter vol. 2

let the countdown begin. I'm going home in less than a week and couldn't be more excited about it, I really need to clear my head... life (=work) has been a bit crazy in the last few month and I've discovered I like it that way - possibly a little too much for my own good.

so here's to quiet white mornings, frosty winter walks and chilling by the fireplace, preferably with my dog and three cats nearby, a mug of coffee (or maybe baileys. or coffee with baileys. oh yes.) and a piece of cheesecake (or any other cake, I'm not fussy). bring it on.

+ if you're into that winter vibe, there's a great cookbook by matthew evans 'winter on the farm'. it's full of really beautiful photographs and delicious-sounding recipes ('pancakes laced with salted caramel pears and finished with rum' for breakfast, anyone?).

++ can't get this song out of my head.

+++ I got my hands on the new season of borgen, at last. sidse babett knudsen is killing it, as always. 

14th-u mnie, villa nova, simply breakfast, john spinks, tumblr, give me a shout if you see your picture


of course it's the end. how could it not be?

I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely ready for christmas holidays...

so here comes the first of winter posts. although it feels more like spring in london right now, I had the first taste of winter this weekend in paris. ahh, paris. finally I was able to go back and do all the cliché things from my list and two days on I'm still having inappropriate thoughts about the saint-honoré rose framboise from ladurée. need. help.

anyway, unfortunately I have no sufficiently sophisticated book/film/tv recommendations this time. work has been rather hectic lately and I really love it, but this also means I cannot process anything too complicated. now that downton abbey is over (can't wait 'til the christmas special) and I have no idea how to catch the new season of borgen, you wouldn't believe the tv shows I've been watching...

stay tuned for more winter charm.


crave you

uh-oh. not this again... for some reason autumn always puts me in a peculiar, wicked mood. not sure if I'm going to fight or embrace it. one thing is certain, crisp cold mornings make my first coffee (and other things) taste that much better.

on a lighter note, I started my evening swedish classes last week. about time, you might say! jag talar lite svenska nu :)

+ does anyone have any recommendations for the best places to eat/have coffee in brighton? I'm going for a day-trip next weekend. late october might not strike you as the best time, but my mom is coming to town and we wanted to do something different. also, as per jamie's city guide:

"you haven’t really seen Brighton in all its aching, melancholic glory until you’ve walked from Palace Pier along the deserted seafront into neighbouring Hove, or ducked out of the rain into Marrocco’s Italian cafe for a warming hot chocolate or even a scoop of their top-notch homemade ice cream"

that sold it. 'aching' and 'melancholic' really appeal to me these days ;)


słuchaj, jak miłość wrzeszczy do ucha

 so not ready for the week to come. something soothing...

marie zucker


now you're thinking too fast, you're like marbles on glass

how I long for the countryside... settling in the first proper flat really takes it out of me these days. life is mostly about checking things off the list, almost there. suddenly I'm getting really excited about pillowcases and lusting after a designer sugar bowl (and I don't even put sugar in my tea/coffee!).  it's a dangerous territory.

+ just finished the first episode of new downton abbey. is it just me or was anyone else crying throughout almost the entire thing? hmm.

++  so grateful I can get my weekly dose of iain glen once again.

+++ note to self: good things and amazing people come when you least expect them. hang tough.

++++ this song + lazy afternoon +  your drink of choice.