Life lately has been a whirlwind of university assignments, summer plans, and sightings of spring around the city.
Sartorially, the mom jeans phenomenon is starting to catch up, and perhaps a slight influence from my favourite French girls Sabina Socol and Eleonore Toulin. My favourite camel coat is always by my side–perhaps, on my back–and navy cashmere holds classic appeal on days that don’t require a wool scarf. The denim of choice are some recently purchased & Other Stories jeans which skim the ankle just so to make it look vintage or high fashion, depending on the styling. Warmer days mean the overworn winter ankle boots that I, frankly, can no longer look at, are replaced for black suede pumps. As for accessories? Well, my Saint Laurent nano bag and a red lip go a long way.
Supermom, superboss, superwoman…superlatives can only be applied so far, but supermodel Natalia Vodianova seems to take them all the way.
.Beach life in Bali is sweet. Days are spent sipping ice tea by the CRYSTAL clear waters of the Indian ocean, or watching the fishermen from the INFINITY pool. A perfect GETAWAY in every sense..
There’s 160 steps down to the beach. The prospect would seem more daunting were the water not a silky turquoise hue extending as far as the eye can see, and glistening with a glimmer belonging to the highest clarity scale of a diamond. As I descend, I notice the reef, a protective shell enveloping the beach. Hundreds of metres of perfectly still water come to an end in crashing waves and white swells worthy of any surfer. Since a surfer I am not, I settle in a sunbed under a leafed roof, with my copy of Our Man in Havana and a lychee ice tea. In my head begin serious deliberations and pro-con lists of whether moving to this island is really as good of an idea as it currently seems.
Casares, a village of idyllic white houses and an Arab FORTRESS perched high on the mountains, has a subtle APPEAL even in the midst of winter.
Bali evokes thoughts of PARADISE, palm trees, crystal white beaches, and UNTOUCHED flora and fauna. It is the island’s spiritual nature and IDYLLIC beauty untampered by decades of tourism that won me over. An essence of ADVENTURE and mysticism, Bali is as serene as it sounds.
“Photographing attractive PEOPLE who were doing attractive THINGS in attractive PLACES.” — Slim Aarons
How does a young American go from serving as a combat photographer during World War II to capturing the international jet-set in their intimate and hedonistic habitat? By realising that the only beach worth landing on is one that “has a blonde on it.”