Journaux Des Fétichismes

Oh what a frantic last month has been... For an indecisive girl like me, I’m always between places, switching between favourites and swapping preferences like scarves. Bucharest used to make me miss London, but now London makes me miss Bucharest. However, I cannot help but congratulate myself on this sudden pause where I feel no need to run away but simply, stay. Then I read this back and fear I’m writing in riddles, which makes sense I suppose, as my emotions are an endless labyrinth.  One morning back home, I had the chance to take these lovely winter wonderland shots. Bright and early that morning, we were able to see the untouched thick layer of snow along the park that had decorated the city overnight. The sky was clear and blue, the winter sun was mild and warm. Gelid drops of dew were falling on the green turfs looking as beautiful as pearls.  I was so happy to see the snow after such a long time.  It started indeed to feel a little bit chilly, but I did...

*** There's twilight beyond the boulevard. The kind of twilight that comes only after the rain, after rebirth. It's warmer than yesterday, but colder than tomorrow..or maybe not. In a city like London you never know. A few days ago we thought an Indian summer was to come. Now, we're inhaling the smell of rain, of nature, of hours spent hiding under the blanket or reading in front of our window, waiting for the sun to salute us. When its bright rays were still caressing our shimmery skin a few days ago, we were walking around the boulevard enjoying the hues of the season. I was wearing one of my favourite this summer and of course, latest obsession: the khaki shirt. It is an unusual word, khaki... It derives from the Persian for 'soil-coloured'. Though I struggle to imagine khaki as brown, I prefer the descriptor 'dirty green', as it conjures up an un-precious shade, which perfectly lends itself to the function of those wardrobes that most comm...