I wake up in a city that speaks in seven different dialects, where life happens inside big white 12 ft tall flats, where my clothes finally fit my life.
I have breakfast alone or with strangers and it’s peaceful. Then I make dinner and I guess it never tasted better.
My skin is happy with seven mineral foundation and cream and my heart is drunk.
I’m revisiting people from my past, making new friendships, getting to a part of me that’s never been there before. I’m also very much in love.
Good things might come to those who Chanel, but I think also to those who break seven years’bad luck in a plane ticket to capital of Urban Outfitters.
Photos by Ana Alexandrescu
ZARA jacket with a lot of layering
Socks from H&M