Saturday, 28 March 2015


This past week I had the 

pleasure and absolute honour

to shoot Minna's delicate children's collection,

and I wanted to share some behind-the-scenes glimpses with you.

Our home was filled with little rosy-cheeked girls

in floaty, lace dresses,

flowers and sunlight,

beautiful Minna Hepburn herself, 

who had flown over from England,

and my dear friend Tanja 

helping with flowers & dresses & setups.

A dream team,

left with a hunger for more. 

Now busy guzzling the coffee

and going through final edits -

I'll share some more in this space very soon.

Viime viikolla minulla oli ilo ja valtava kunnia

valokuvata Minna-lastenmallisto kotonani.

Halusin heti jakaa vähän behind-the-scenes -otoksia.

Iltapäivä oli tulvillaan punaposkisia tyttösiä

valkoisissa pitsimekoissaan,

kukkia ja valoa.

Minna Hepburn itse lennähti paikalle Englannista,

ja ympärillä hääräsi myös rakas ystäväni Tanja,

joka sitoi kimppuja, napitti mekkoja

ja lainasi visuaalista silmäänsä.


nälkä jäi tehdä lisää.

Nyt mutteripannu porisee ahkerasti

käydessäni lopullista kuvasatoa läpi -

lisää ihan pian.


Sunday, 22 March 2015


Thought I'd share some shots I took on Friday

taking the town by storm this weekend. 

Such a lovely hangout 

for coffee lovers to unite. 

Spending an afternoon with the camera

while downing the black magic

was quite a treat! 

Tänä viikonloppuna Kattilahallin valtasi

jossa oli ilo olla kuvaamassa 

kahvin ryystämisen lomassa.

Vielä ehtii mukaan,

jos vauhdilla kipittää.

Saturday, 21 March 2015


{Kate Bosworth photographed by Steven Pan for Edit Magazine}

{James Blake: Retrograde}

And with these,

a sweet night. 


Sunday, 8 March 2015


Way back in my uni days,

I rented a room in an apartment shared by four students. 

I had the former servant's room

- white-washed & high-ceilinged,

and I thought it was incredibly romantic.

 I furnished it sparsely

with all things white and vintagey,

letters and diaries stashed in an old battered suitcase.

I'd close the door and enter a world of my own.

By night I'd sit on the wide window ledge,

marveling at the starry skies above

and listening to the trams 

taking a bend somewhere below. 

A time filled with dreams and insecurities,

coupled with an incessant 

hunger for beauty and meaning. 

(I remember waking up in the mornings

with a kind of mantra on my mind: 

"Today, I want to do everything 

with as much beauty as I can.")

In the first autumn semester,

I chose to read 

Virginia Woolf's Mrs Dalloway

as part of a course. 

Throughout my subsequent lit studies,

it was V. Woolf who shone above the rest

-  her delicious drift-of-thought language

that one wanted to read out loud, quiet and slow,

tasting each word on the lips.

Words that weren't preoccupied 

with unnecessary facts and characters,

but evoked emotion and a longing,

crawled under the skin,

entangled with one's dreams...

A long time since then,

with much that has changed...

yet so much that actually hasn't.

Like one's love for white,

apartments old and vintagey,

Virginia Woolf,

the sound of trams, 

stars and city skies...

and an incessant yearning for beauty.


Saturday, 7 March 2015


Let's step into the home (well, castle)

 of Swiss interior designer Jorge Canete .

The building is of course magnificent in itself,

but I find myself drawn to 

all those paper whites

& chalky tones

& flights of imagination. 

According to the source of these images,

"a historical event, 
involving the writer and philosopher Voltaire, 
which took place at the castle a long time ago, 
triggered  his inspiration; 
the story can literally be read on, 
and heard through, the old, thick walls."

You will find more images

and the accompanying article here. 

All images via: My Day With,

found via Bien Chiné

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