orange.

heaviness.
undecided.
planet.
my orange coloured weekend.
from the top: tarte with caramelized apples & oranges and my new rhinestone tee from H&M.
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new in: Hugo Boss stilettos

These are my new beauties from BOSS Black. smooth and patent leather. cut- out details. perfect shoes for prom night and other occasions.

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summertimesadness.

I can't deny the fact that blogging has been and still is a big part of my life. Since October 2008 I have been reading other blogs, writing and spending a lot of my free time here. I'm thankful for having found a base for my thoughts and interests- a space where people with the same ideas can communicate and share their inspirations. But indeed I realized that blogging is a lot about self-promotion and self-expression. And that is maybe the reason why some blogs are more successful than others. I for myself decided to seperate the two worlds, trying not to let my personal life get into it. Although it is very difficult to keep the private stuff from my blog, I tried hard to not turn my blog into a personal diary. I've never posted pictures of me, my family or my friends and that's the way I want to keep it. A feeling of losing something very private and intimate would occur to me, if I would do that. I'm not citizizing other bloggers for that, I'm just saying that's not my cup of tea.
According to the Canadian-born sociologist and writer humans are all social actors with the ability to choose stage, props and the costume, they would put on in front of a specific audience. With the world wide web it's not different. Each and every one of us is playing a variety of roles and like in every theatre there are actors in the front row as well as the ones in the back region. No offence, but I'm definitely more the back-row blogger.
I've come to that point where I've to bridge the two worlds. A few days ago I've lost a loved one. My days are filled with sadness and thoughts about that person. It feels like something is missing in me- like a part of me died leaving space for emptiness.
“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.”  ―  Marcel Proust
It will take time, maybe weeks or only a few days, I dunno. During the time I'm gone you can follow me on FLICKR. I'm doing the"image theraphy" now. Photography feels like the right mean to express my feelings and thoughts. My facebook page will be regularly updated too!
Lots of Love,
c
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