Exactly two months ago at this very moment, new family was born. And now, I feel it’s time to share Our Big day with all of you.
We began our journey as newly weds following the steps of Sartre, the philosopher whom views I admire and feel that life should be followed by the ideas of him. Wedding took place in Nida, on the dunes, there this philosopher walked saying that he feels like walking beyond the clouds for the very first time. Straight after the wedding day we went to Paris where we had a cup of coffee in Cafe De Flore, famous place where Sartre and other philosophers used to spend days and days inn. And, of course we went to Montparnasse cemetary- the resting place of J.P. Sartre. It all went greatly easily, who knows- by mistake or desire, but I should believe- by desire.
Anyhow, symbolism is a bliss, yet all we wanted was to have the best day of our lives and celebrate with good mood and happy people. We planned everything in a month or so and we couldn’t imagine it to be more perfect. I bought a dress from Fame and Partners, slipped in Adidas Honey Low, didn’t do my hair at all and wore the crown of flowers made by my mother. For my loved one we picked clothing from Zara and Asos, also painted vintage biker jacket by ourselves for this special day.
And it was beautiful and fun and great and wicked weathers of the fall kneeled before us giving sun. We had amazing party after the ceremony- dancing all night in the neon lights, fireworks and champagne rain. Yet it went so fast and I can see nothing more we coul have done to make it better.
Quick ‘Hello’ with a first post in November, I’m hopefull that it’s not last but weather has went to the point where I am highly uncertain of chance to get proper sunlight any time soon. Anyway, no reasons to complain as I’m in my home -that is full of love- covered in blanket.
Well, what can I say, cold kicks inn but I’ll keep it warm for this post, since I’m sharing the outfit from August. Even though I’m not a big fan of sweatshirt – for some reason I don’t see it fits my attitude- it gives a great liberty to keep yourself in a teenage-dirtbag-state. This is something I need today, before that dark day called birthday comes. Only few days left… I can’t understand why woman kind also have birthdays, keep us alone you monster called age!
Only now, I feel summer coming to the end. Time passes quick and yet weather was grateful and I kept myself in the summer winds. It was easy especially then we traded first cold week at home for trip to Paris.
… And just because of the theme of this blog I’ll say: I did, I did visit #PRW. Score (!)
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From all the things I am, I can call myself a great dreamer first. Every new city is full of adventures and the moment you leave it, it becomes the greatest memory. Anyhow, Helsinki had the most special place in my heart forever, yet it was always bookmarked with ‘someday’.
-(Putting more into today instead of endless planning pays off (most of the time). )-
We came to the capital of Finland after… 16 hours on bus and two hours on a boat. We were crushed; my spine has turned into question mark and eyes poped out trying to keep us awake. But the excitement was taking over and in six little hours we visited:
x Suomenlinna – the island that can be reached by ferry which leaves at port next to Market Square. Island is one of the world heritage sights and is historicly important sight. Yet, for me as an Easter european it wasn’t much of an excitement, since the grounds of island tells stories of World War II monuments and Russian influence. I’m all familiar with that from my own backgrounds, anyways, it is a beautiful place covered in rocks and geese are everywhere. First two pics are actually taken there, peacefull, isn’t it?
x Market Square – the most famous market in Finland, offering lovely souvenirs from natives, it’s a good place to get something like horn pendant. Also, you can get a bag of berries or mushrooms in there.
x Tavastia + Semifinal – it was a day time so we managed to take a peak only from the outside. Yet we are really happy we found two greatest rock clubs in Finland. These where the homes for most of soon to be world known rock stars. We’ll come back there for Helldone festival, I’m pretty sure.
x Temppeliaukio church – a Rock Church. Yet it’s not called under this name because long haired dudes play there (this is what I would think, haha)- church itself is excavated into solid rock. Miraculous architecture, very modern and very extraordinary!
x Aikuisten Lelukauppa – well, if you know it, you know it. Oh, and if you don’t here’s a story: it’s an adult shop for all the kinky stuff and the owner of the shop is Kari Valo. He is a father of Ville Valo who plays vocal for ‘love metal’ band HIM. Now, shop is more attractive for fans as a place for exclusive merchandise more than sex toys. The band itself is called biggest exports of Finland ever and every supermarket is full of stuff with the band. Since we still had sentimentality for teenage rebelion years, this was a must to go to.
For the end of sightseening of this capital we passed by some other landmarks like Senate Square and Uspenski Cathedral and had a very expensive beer. Quite productive, weren’t we?
Helsinki is a small city and it’s quite new so it is good to plan ahead because it’s not majestic place for tourists eye and there is no labyrinth like streets. Yet, it’s full of Chrismtas shops and raindeers (in all shapes and forms) and don’t forget that it’s a land of moomins.
This time I couldn’t be fashionable but for stylish traveler I would definitely recommend to visit Design District
One last thing, I love about Finland it’s blue haired guys and gals in Dr. Martens wearing metal band t-shir everywhere.
This summer was like a flash of light: quick and bright. It would be a lie if I said I was working hard, or maybe I was but it more of a -working hard to enjoy a life itself- ; anyhow it was worth it. However warmth is gone, but I hope there will still have some time to walk in my summer gowns, ones like this red dress. Sooo, oldschool, minimal and, I think, I’m grown up enought to to go for this bold color.
P.s. I’ll finnish my stories of the wanderer in the next post. And, oh, I didn’t post about Lisbon and did I tell my we’re going to Paris? …Yes, life can be this pretty.