Dreams of Paris

Busy, busy, but fun days at work. Little time to dream about this summers trip to Paris. But it's there, on the horizon. So I'd better lose myself in maps, guidebooks and dreams. And plan plan plan.

Housescapes Too

Have had an amasing weekend. Beautiful people. Beautiful scenery. No time for blogging.

Been hanging around the house all sunday, and passing on some housescapes for colour and inspiration. Love.

My New Book

I got a treat in my post box yesterday. My "Paris: Made by Hand" turned up in the mail from fantastic "The Little Bookroom" in New York. The book is photographed and written by one of my favourite bloggers Pia Jane Bijkerk.

The other half has already suggested a trip this summer. - Filled with luxuries, he promises. Hand made luxuries, I reckon. Pain au chocolat. Café au lait. And maybe a creative lamp for my new kitchen. (Yes, kids. We're doing up the kitchen. Light and air is already filling it.

Excited.

Surreal

Lately I've been immersing myself into Haruki Murikamis believable, yet unprobable, universe.

It all started on a trip to Boston. Left on my own on Harvard campus I wondered into their famous book store. (Worth the blurb by the way.)

- Give me something weird, I asked.

The book store guy came up with a soft back with a beautiful cover: "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" was devoured on the plane home.

Murikamis universe is magical realism crammed into a zen and modern frame. A split conciousness being normal, and travelling between universes an every day chore.

I got to reading a couple other of his books, and only recently did I pick up reading his novels again. And what a pick-up it was. After reading three of his books in a month, my fave till now is "After Dark".

Shake me awake.