Saturday, 21 January 2023


We had people over today, a good reason to bake a cake. It was so long since the last time that I thought I'd document the rare occasion in photos and share the recipe. I found the recipe on my friend Sanna's website, the original recipe in Finnish here.

What you need:
200 g butter
3 1/4 dl all-purpose flour
2 1/4 dl sugar
3 eggs
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
4 tbsp poppy seeds
2 tbsp grated lemon zest
1/4 dl cream
85g ricotta

Preheat the oven to 175 C. Whisk the sugar and soft butter. Add the eggs one at a time. Combine the flour, salt and baking powder and gradually add to the mix stirring constantly. Stir in the poppy seeds and grated lemon zest. Finally add the cream and ricotta.
Grease and flour a tin. Pour the cake mix into the tin and bake in the oven for approximately 45 minutes.

Friday, 20 January 2023


“On the evenings when my parents held parties, the drawing-room mirrors multiplied to infinity the scintillations of a crystal chandelier. Mama would take her seat at the grand piano to accompany a lady dressed in a cloud of tulle who played the violin and a cousin who performed on a cello. I would crack between my teeth the candied shell of an artificial fruit, and a burst of light would illuminate my palate with a taste of blackcurrant or pineapple: all the colours, all the lights were mine, the gauzy scarves, the diamonds, the laces; I held the whole party in my mouth.”

― Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter


Saturday, 14 January 2023


This January, I've been feeling a nudge to create space for a creative flow again. The year before was occupied with the nitty-gritty of the first steps of my shop Poésie Privée, and a meaningful stage as such. But now  I've wanted to simplify wherever I can, for instance by focusing on a single Instagram account, as having a separate one for the shop was double the work. Carving out time simply to follow an inner vision feels like the ultimate reward in itself, almost regardless of the outcome. In fact, it's the "mistakes" and surprises that are often the loveliest part.

This newly refound inspiration to create and play while listening to an inner voice has been coupled with the dreariest, slushiest, greyest of Januaries. I've been dreaming of a little gîte in the South of France, longing for sunlight and feeling frustrated. When I came across a bunch of mimosas in a flower shop, my heart almost skipped a beat – hundreds of miniature suns in my hands! Just about enough window light to get some shots in between sniffing the yellow blooms with their gentle fragrance of sunlight, warmth, Provence. 

Isn't that the beauty of photography, or any form of creating 
– a chance to conjure up a slice of whatever it is we long for...?


Tuesday, 10 January 2023


Bach must have known
how something flutters away
when you turn to face the face
you caught sideways in a mirror
in a hall at dusk
& how the smell of apples
in a bowl can stop the heart
from beating, for an instant,
between sink and stove
in the dead of winter when stars
of ice have spread
across the windows and everything
is perfectly still
until you catch the sound
of something lost and shy
beating its wings
against those darkening stars.
And then: music. 

~Jane Mead

(The photos were taken on a January day in St Leonards, England)

Sunday, 8 January 2023


"January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked naked beauty of the scraped blue skies..."

~Silvia Plath

Friday, 6 January 2023

Today I've been admiring
 (click the coloured text to open the link):