the aftertaste of spontaneous things

And little does it matter if these freedoms are as small as wearing sneakers, last minute trips, letting some swear words slip out of my mouth or going with the flow of fantasies that are not talked at fancy aperitifs on rooftops.


There’s something about imperfections, an allure in things left incomplete, doodles without meaning. There's a song that often gets stuck in my head and I often find myself whistling it on the stairs on early mornings. It says 'be what you be in all that you are' and for however trivial it may sound, and …

words for me

The advice I can give you is to stop thinking too much, focus on what you like about yourself, and stop being harsh on others the same way you’re hard on yourself. I know you’re afraid of what others think because they might judge, but who cares? Think beautiful, act beautiful.

Banana bread

I’m no expert in the matter of solid relations and long-term matters, but there are a couple things I’ve learnt by going wrong. And these may sound trivial – like extracts taken from motivational books with an old cover -, but they’re something good to keep tight to when things get too real. And what I’ve learnt is that all things are a mess, you just have to learn where to hide them.

Lego blocks

Amsterdam, Spring 2017 There are few things I like to list in the morning, when the light is still too bright and there’s that moment of absurdity in the air, from not recognizing the walls around you or the sound of the alarm. The span from scratching my eyes to washing my face with cold …