It was a very cold week here in Paris. You know when you wake up and see wonderful sunny day, and you open the window and feel like the inside of your mouth is turning to ice. That is how I felt the first day of this cold wave. Everything is so much easier when the sun is included. It's fantastic. You just need to layer it up. Like I had a thin wool sweater, thick sweatshirt and a fur coat. It was o-k. Almost a bit chilly.   

If you wanna invite me out for a dinner - it's pretty easy. I love everything. Except maybe Mexican food. To much bell pepper everywhere. Chipotle can be a solution in that case. BUT if you wanna impress me let's do Indian or Chinese. I know - sexy. But I just love it! Steph had her birthday and we went to KOKO restaurant. I just think we need to start producing rakija in those one cups. Sake is not my kind of a drink...but hey - they were many things to celebrate and when in Japanese restaurant... I also really loved this blue on the packaging! Piercing!

I will end this with him. Cause he's half good half man. When you're a bit stuck with your plans...he'll help you! I promise! 

Years ago I called my good friend to tell him I found my old diary. I tend to do that - to call him when I feel he would find something hilarious, important or overwhelming. I still do. And he still says: That's nice. Well done. Without a trace of sarcasm in his voice. 

My old diary was a masterpiece. I was always really bad in keeping diaries - and once I opened it - everything inside was more or less a list of things I wanted to buy, I bought, who said what, who was dating who (but not in a gossipy super interesting way - in a boring, whocares way) and who I was in love with (not so surprising list of wrong people some of which I do not remember to like). I would write in my diary for 3 weeks then I would stop. Then few months later I would write for 2 weeks and then I would stop again. People say you should read your own old diaries to learn something new about yourself. Well, I learned that I was a teenager with a horrible taste in men who was buying far too many unnecessary things. I closed my diary. 

When I got my scholarship I decided I need to record details of my life somewhere. I had a simple Canon camera that could fit in any bag and a will to see beautiful things and document them. And in 2011 this blog started. I don't think many people knew of it - I knew some who had and who loved it. But those people loved me so it wasn't really objective opinion. What was important for me is that I really loved this blog. And I still do - I go back to posts from 2012 and I love those photos. They take me back to a specific moment in time that was important for this or that reason. It's like a good vibes scrap book. We always forget bad things... 

Living in Paris makes me take my phone out (I stopped carrying that Canon camera around long time ago) and take photos at least few times a week. On the other hand living anywhere can make you do that. And that was that decision I made long time - decision that I will find beauty in everything. Sometimes it's hard and impossible but it necessary.    

This long introduction is based on the hope I will write here more often. I really feel like I need to do so. For various reasons. 

So. 

This was a grey a week. January tends to be like that but weather changed so many times that you couldn't even count on that greyness. Making lists soothes my soul as well as the new country music does. I tried to see some shows (almost failed), hang out with some new old people (amazing experience) and return to the things that inspired me few 1000 years ago (Oscar Wilde and Hunter S/ Thompson). 

It took me 3 months to go and see the first Oscar Wilde expo on French soil. The line was long. The space was small. What I really liked was Oscar's notebook where he wrote his favourite things...Like favourite flower, favourite scent, favourite read... We had those notebooks when I went to elementary school. I bet they would be an equally fun thing to read as my diary.  

Alterlatine is a website that covers South American culture (everything connected to it) in Paris. Andrea found me and asked me to do flyers for her brand but I thought postcards would be a better solution - everybody loves getting one and plus - I collect them as memories and have a bunch of them around my work space. I did 4 different postcards and I think they are great thing to be collected. They will be spread around Paris for free. They arrived two days ago!

I'm imagining a person in charge choosing this colour, applying it and saying: "Ups. Kinda too blue." 

I think it looks awesome. Especially on a grey week like this!

Some more things that helped me go through:

politics

lifestyle

food

book

I drew food because everybody else was posting food everywhere. Instagram, facebook, twitter... Well. I will draw food. Boom. What I ate. Or what I love to eat. Or what I need to eat.

 When I go thought it now, now after 365 drawing, the whole year flashes in front of my eyes. What I ate, when, what I drank and who did I drink it with and where...I can see where I traveled, how much love was shared and how many important people I know. Important for my heart, obviously.