tO thE citizenS oF thE WORLD
To all travellers long and short haul.
To the weary, the wise and the bleary eyed.
To the suits, weekenders, fashion baggers and affair-havers.
To the explorers, adventurers and dreamers.
To all locals of the world from Amsterdam, Boston and Cairo to Zagreb.
To all who travel the world with wide eyes and big hearts.
To all who are independent yet united in a desire for positive travelling.
To those who are smarter than a dolphin with a university degree and
realise you can have luxury for not too much cash.
To those who need a good bed, a cold drink and big fluffy towels.
To all who are mobile citizens of the world.
citizenM welcomes you all.
This is truly a great place to stay in Glasgow - especially after a long trip to the Scottish Highlands. Make a note of it - they are now opening one in London too.
More stories from Scotland coming soon.
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Not Really
Can lack of freedom be compensated with some unabashed shallow shopping?
Answer: not really. Even though I ended up buying this cute red summer dress today..
It's funny how when one can't travel there's this big pressure of going somewhere - anywhere at all. Maybe I still need to buy all those things to feel better...not really
Somewhere in Cornwall
The Brontë-esque moors and the sea - the dramatic and somewhat contradictory sites of Cornwall. Something which goes quite well with both the current mood and the weather.
Are you there, guys? It's me, Olga
I was extremely bored with myself recently - didn't feel like saying much, hence lack of posts on this blog. I hope you had a good couple of months. Here come some shots from Edinburgh, where the weather was surprisingly better in March, than it is in London right now.
I'm on my way to Scotland right now. But my blog is home :). Please leave a message.
AllSaints Spitalfields
My recently favourite place to shop in London.
Their clothes were made to look well worn-in and seem to have that rock-inspired formula with a special distressed shabby chic look. Things in grey, beige, black and battered denim and the Victorian-style boots without laces look like they've just stepped out of a music video.
Their trademark motif is a ram skull which goes well with the interiors of edgy rails and rusty lamps, wooden floors and vintage sewing machines. These days I could easily wear this everywhere. But I really wonder how long it will take before this becomes another boring Zara...
photos by Arek
Their clothes were made to look well worn-in and seem to have that rock-inspired formula with a special distressed shabby chic look. Things in grey, beige, black and battered denim and the Victorian-style boots without laces look like they've just stepped out of a music video.
Their trademark motif is a ram skull which goes well with the interiors of edgy rails and rusty lamps, wooden floors and vintage sewing machines. These days I could easily wear this everywhere. But I really wonder how long it will take before this becomes another boring Zara...
photos by Arek
Where Are You, Passport?
'They came to the airport naked. They're like, 'Can I get on the plane? I don't want to show you where my passport is.'
photo from here
I am still waiting for my passport to be returned from the border agency. It's been more than 3 months now. First I couldn't care less, but now the inability to be able to leave the country when I want started to drive me a little crazy...
What can a passport do with an immigration service for the time of 3-6 months?
Well, let's see... here it is - I can imagine it waking up on a shelf one sunny day and travelling to someone's desk... Being looked at, pages turned, shown some ultra violet light maybe, put back on the desk, lifted again, given another look, compared to some creepy looking database, against some blacklists. Then I could imagine it waking up on another exciting day and travelling to some other desk and then maybe - if it's lucky - to even yet another one. But going forward I imagine my poor passport's life would get pretty ...boooring.
- waking up on someone's desk one sunny morning...
- waking up on someone's desk...
- waking up on someone's desk...
- waking up on someone's desk...
- waking up on someone's desk...
... + ∞
But like that for 6 months.....?
Just recently I became a fan of passport jokes and even this.
photo from here
I am still waiting for my passport to be returned from the border agency. It's been more than 3 months now. First I couldn't care less, but now the inability to be able to leave the country when I want started to drive me a little crazy...
What can a passport do with an immigration service for the time of 3-6 months?
Well, let's see... here it is - I can imagine it waking up on a shelf one sunny day and travelling to someone's desk... Being looked at, pages turned, shown some ultra violet light maybe, put back on the desk, lifted again, given another look, compared to some creepy looking database, against some blacklists. Then I could imagine it waking up on another exciting day and travelling to some other desk and then maybe - if it's lucky - to even yet another one. But going forward I imagine my poor passport's life would get pretty ...boooring.
- waking up on someone's desk one sunny morning...
- waking up on someone's desk...
- waking up on someone's desk...
- waking up on someone's desk...
- waking up on someone's desk...
... + ∞
But like that for 6 months.....?
Just recently I became a fan of passport jokes and even this.
LA RÊVE - Café De Paris
What I really like about London is that it continuously offers interesting things to do and new experiences.
This time it was my ever first time in a burlesque cabaret - very witty, very vintage and modern at the same time. Crushed velvet, theatrical drapes, chichi crystal chandeliers, the vintage feel of the main space and its balconies - it was unusual to find it all in the French-flavoured Café de Paris in Piccadilly open since 1924. La Rêve show was very good and so was the hot 'Twisted Circus' after party - with resident DJs play mixed with circus performances.
I think from now on I can stop going to musicals in favour of cabarets ;).
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photos by Arek
Yo! Sushi
I now (officially) know how to make sushi - we've been to a sushi school last weekend :) So no way I will confuse between anago and unagi... or will I? :D
Anyway, my favourite ones to make are uramaki - those with the rice on the ouside. Sushi making is great fun!
You kind of end up stuffed with rice, in the meantime tempted to play with the conveyor belt... and with 5 boxes to carry home to feed all your friends :).
Anyway, my favourite ones to make are uramaki - those with the rice on the ouside. Sushi making is great fun!
You kind of end up stuffed with rice, in the meantime tempted to play with the conveyor belt... and with 5 boxes to carry home to feed all your friends :).
Blåögd
A mix of sun and clouds; faluröd painted houses; watching deer from the window and deer watching you back; heavy skies; magic landscapes; stony lakes and thick fairy-tale forests; birch trees, crisp air; glasshouses and lit windows; the beauty of simple things; soft pronounced 'k's; the blond and the beautiful; the things vivid, almost popping with minimalism; no stuff, no burden, no identity - very reassuring in a way; lagom and how to learn swedish in 1000 difficult lessons ; this is how I remember my first days in Sweden.
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