Monthly Archives: September 2017

Lost and found. over the internet, I mean.

That moment when you’re asking for some days off to just lay low and recompose yourself after vacationing and travel, so you can then go back to working like a crazy person.
But you’re feeling yourself a little to much, right, and you come to think that you can cook something amazing so you can feel the laying low for real, homie and all.

So instead… you go and get yourself a big nice hole in your hand, due to a knife you thought you know how to handle, even though your boyfriend said you can’t.
Cuz you know, you’ll might know how to write, sing, talk…. and honey, you definitely can cook… maybe salad, soup… ok, pasta tops….

but, you know… if we’re laying low, than lay the fuck low, cuz you’ll cut yourself.

But hey… shit happen now, don’t they?

I never listen.

Selection of some of the pics are from fashion week, since I wasn’t there but I have to say, this year was an amazing success for everybody.

All the rights going to the amazing photographers at the scene.

Love from
The Injured Lovers Land,

thank you…


I have just started this whole world of pretty things as I’ma call it from now on…

… I am just beginning to discover the world of visuals and fashion and art and the writing and the writers and I have the joy of growing up with you, as you follow me and I am following you. XoXo

We are many… I must say. And that makes me very happy cuz it feels like I’m creating this tiny space for us all and wherever it may go, I’m hoping it’ll stay as intimate and perfect as it is right now.

True that you come and go as the wind flows. Some of you are already my old pals…. but we’re happily having new people also, every day.

For all of you, I’m saying welcome to our world!

This little letter I’m writing is to thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving art and for that and not only….

I love you.