Skirt: Tibi (similar) | Top: T by Alexander Wang (the ultimate striped top, believe me) | Sandals: Aquazzura Cuff: Hermes Sunnies: Illesteva Bag: Balenciaga 

I am not a flower person. I'm incapable of keeping even a cactus alive - thank you Mom for passing this to me. As a result flowers simply don't exist at my home. And that explains why this time was the first that I saw a peonies bouquet in real. Thanks to Marita though I think now I know that if by any chance need to choose my favorite flower, this will be it. And now that I'm thinking more of it, this reminds me of her... Delicate, elegant and fragile just like her artistic soul. But let's not get sentimental now :) What does this actually mean? Me, not liking flowers so much I mean? Don't get me wrong, if someone offers me a beautiful bouquet I will be touched and extremely happy - I'm a girl after all - but you know..It won't make a difference.. 



  1. you and Marita are secret flowers that bloom in the presence of art and creation! Loved this post and the bow at the end ;)

  2. I agree with Cloudine! you too make such a great team! I love all the posts! keep dreaming! <3