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there's something effortlessly sexy about this top - definitely in my top 3! Suzanne gave it to me 12 years ago. I still picture her in it walking out of a launderette with someone else's clothes tucked under her arm... one morning during the Victorian times it left my wardrobe after Anna stayed the night and needed something clean to wear. she kept it for years and at some point it even ended up in a storage. I'm glad it found its way back!

charm necklace made of 7 pendants I've collected over the years (a mix of gifts received and street finds) all mementos! in the center sits a heart holding a newborn photograph of my little brother

amongst my grandmother’s lovers was the painter Arès Antoyan. with her current husband she bought about twenty pieces which hung all over their holiday home. from my perspective it's a powerful and profound declaration of love. sadly the house sold last year. during the move out they let go of most of their collection but I kept a small canvas. his paintings have been part of my landscape for as long as I can remember and they grew on me!

selfie taken three summers ago to show off my new acquisition with Luzek who caught me off guard and got me laughing - he's one of the funniest person I know! he owned this top in two different colours. they were laying around my bedroom we shared back in 2019 at our so called Carlton hotel. I remember he wanted to cut them in two and sew each halves together as a matching gift for the man he thought he'd marry... years later while helping him sort out his czech style closet I became the proud and lucky owner of the Green Peace!

who remembers this bag? a big deal back in 2008 when I got mine (in green) with my pocket money in company of my best friend at the time who ended up going out with the boy I liked but that’s another story or the story of my life… the bag survived : I still use it when I go swimming sometimes

this is my summer scent (if you know you know) Luzek brought it to me two summers ago and called it a "90s prostitute perfume" at first I thought it smelled of sweat but I liked the object so I left it on display on my mantelpiece. eventually I got used to it and learnt to love it!! Zuza stole a bottle in an airport as a reminder of me apparently and recently Lena told me she used to wear it as a teen

through Kitty I learnt that each tartan pattern belongs to a scottish clan - her ancestry traces back to the clan Wallace. we became friends five years ago after she hosted me for what was supposed to be a night or two but turned into weeks... the Victorian era refers to this period when we lived together in Victoria. historic!!!

top my mom got from a group of friends for her 31st birthday. my dad wasn't there after an argument they’d had. I attended the apéro part at a bar by the canal before it became gentrified back in 2003. fast forward to 2011 : I'm wearing it during that summer spent in Spain with Suzanne at my great aunt's place perched on a hill overlooking the valley. I’d go back if only I had a driving licence... the fringe? never again!! I want to see the pictures Zanne took of me last autumn in Strawberry Hill!

let’s travel back to that chapter with this sheepskin piece purchased in New Zealand in 2005 : Suzanne and I are both scorpios born two days apart. in 2011 we went to Lyon to celebrate our birthdays. Hugo lived there. I had a huge crush on him and and she was into his best friend but turned out that by the time we got there the guy had already got himself a girlfriend. we ended up hanging out the three of us spending the weekend getting high on weed wandering the city aimlessly. what I didn’t know is that Hugo and Suzanne had been talking on facebook for weeks - flirting - and I had absolutely no idea. although the photo suggests something was going on. can you spot the jacket? I found out about their secret few months later while I was seeing him (that in between stage before it turned into a relationship that lasted 7 years) somehow I never held a grudge against Suzanne and always blamed Hugo more...

in the summer of 2013 my parents sent me to a training program in Berlin to practice my german. this trip marked my first experience with mdma. at the end of the course we were asked to write a visual story - something I particularly enjoyed as it allowed me to use my photographic skills. I created a narrative about a girl who falls in love with a guy who stands her up and ends up in a "Krankenhaus" - the teacher thought it was "sehr künstlerisch" life echoing art : in september 2019 my first psychotic episode occurred and I went through a similar situation... a premonition perhaps

the egyptian god Seth and the number 7 sound the same in french which is the nickname of the horse I rode every day for almost a year. I don't have many friends in Paris but Thomas is one of them and one of the best artists out there! he gave me this sweet sweater that seems straight out of the 80s! he does that : giving gifts

one of my biggest shopping regrets is not buying this dress

a wink to the place I once lived in where peacocks roam freely

the cord will remain unbroken until I find the one to share these hearts with... in the meantime it stays safe in the drawer of my bedside table.

when I borrowed this scarf that didn't have a tag behind my grandma's back I assumed it came from Claire’s or elsewhere along the way (she's bougie but can be a lil cheap too and I think it’s good to be able to do the splits) until she noticed me wearing it and decided I should keep it revealing it’s actually... Saint Laurent

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