the shop that rocks on Brick Lane

This Saturday yours truly went for East London exploring mission together with my new dear friend Linda, talented stylist and photographer that also writes amazing Alice in Wonderland blog. After Columbia Road where I almost fainted when I saw Ryantown, shop of my favorite collage artist Rob Ryan, the road and Linda took us to Brick Lane, the heaven of hip and vintage. On the first glance, as soon as I stepped into This Shop Rocks store I knew I would adore this place. Two floors of the shop are full of all kind of vintage things from home décor, toys, books and postcards to delicate clothing pieces. The friendly couple (maybe) that works there look like from some aged novel and place has such a nice unpretentious and serene aura. 

Linda bought herself vintage silky nightdress in pale pink trimmed with nice delicate lace and I fell for adorable cake tins that are all over the place but since I have one suitcase I don’t allow myself any décor till I find a permanent place. However, I’ll be visiting this place often! 

address: 131 Brick Lane E1 6SE 

mail: info@thisshoprocks 

from diary...pretty, people and pastries in Dubrovnik

I spent most of my August days in Dubrovnik. This is the city that won my heart with breathtaking architecture and unexpected adventures that appear around every corner. Like an old graceful lady it will keep one safe among the city walls while palaces and buildings will whisper the stories of the past. In this city you just can be either annoyed by colonies of tourists that believe they are in Game of Thrones set or you can stay speechless after observing all those wonderful architectural and botanical surprises (in this city plants and tress literally grow from nowhere) or being observed by hundreds of cats marching through the city like some old keepers of bygone times.

see in the thread below images that capture some of my lovely moments spent there

photo journal...terraneo festival 2013

days of summer were different this time... really peculiar. i was saddened more than once. i detested possessions and human’s obsession with it more than ever. i felt determined, grown up and naively juvenile at the same time. 

my june and july wouldn't be survived if it wasn’t for one blonde boy. through our coffee times i laughed like foolish kid in luna park. we invented humor that was bitter and delightful, innocent and evil. my summer, summer spent working in mine is lost but it was too kind to give a friendship to cherish for the rest of my life. misslikey was forgotten. it was work, work and sleep with some gems of laugh and wisdom that I found in between. no spare time. no muse to take me to my cloud. lost identity, I guess. after all these years of living on blogger, i really started to believe i suffer from bipolar disorder. there is always this made-up misslikey who appears to be my fantasy second half (could be entitled ego also, I suppose). when I feel like a dreamer misslikey has a wisdom. when I feel like a phantom, misslikey flirts witty with life. 

when august came, came along the freedom as well. i would love that I am relaxed type of person, but I am not. moi wanted to be a mermaid and get lost somewhere where one can bathe among the stars. misslikey, au contraire, decided to throw us in the service of cheap liquor and summer playing. therefore, we visited terraneo festival one more time. misslikey is too fond of cool cool breeze, liquor and dirty knees. my photographer was on the mission just on the first day. the next two days liquor took away my common sense and I just couldn't mislay those poetry and Père Lachaise talks because of camera and pen. it was dirty knees, chewing gums on my lingerie and dresses made of gingham and beads. we don't have photos or words to describe that. and it's misslikey's fault, not mine.

♫ click more to see the photos from my day one at terraneo festival spent with dear people ♫