Arctic Norway. Tromsø and Lofoten islands. Girls on a Northern lights safari.

A Birthday Trip. One where it’s just you and your girlfriends, untouched by roles, by expectations, by the quiet pressure to perform. One where, almost unexpectedly, something long forgotten returns. The child. That particular kind of freedom. The slightly foolish, deeply honest, girlish one. The one that existed before it was slowly, almost violently, redirected…

DIY Christmas decorations (Christmas Stars)

This year Christmas came back home. And by home I mean my parent’s house, where I grew up and after my dad died was abandoned, as my mom couldn’t stay in such a “negatively” charged environment any more. So it remained empty for 5 years. Difficult, challenging and sad years where we had to go…