“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with...
. . . the stems of lilies and fluttery dresses, new leaves and the glass of champagne bottles — whether...
. . . the magnolias are set to bloom, and everywhere, the colour of cherry blossoms and shall always and...
. . . must confess am not much of a bicycle girl {petrified of the traffic and would most likely...
. . . has become somewhat of a tradition to send along fondest weekend wishes after the weekend has already...
. . . as if it were only a moment ago, we were welcoming the month of march and celebrating...
. . . blossoms and butterflies and open-toed shoes, champagne picnics and blowing kisses, sunshine on bare shoulders and new...
. . . leaving the city behind to revel in the romance of these first spring days and shall return...
. . . a long-standing love affair with italian-born fashion photographer paolo roversi‘s work, and even more so when it...
. . . have always adored bringing the outdoors in, especially in the forms of enormously intoxicating bouquets of flowering...
. . . an unrestrained adoration of pink and pretty things, of sequins and tulle, ruffles and lace — and...
“Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too...
. . . a beautifully bright morning and the past luminous, sunlit days and promises of more this coming weekend...
. . . vintage champagne & chocolate truffles, stolen kisses or a weekend away, however you celebrate or if you...
. . . fridays, have the best intentions for a last post before the weekend, but in the flurry of...
