For over a week now I’ve been trying to write a lament for Canadian March. I was planning to write how hard it is to be stuck in an endless, snowless winter, with no prospects of either Christmas or Spring in sight. I meant to write how difficult it is to wait and wait and, when you can’t take it any longer, wait some more. I was planning to put this all on the blog, along with some pictures of what true Spring truly looks like, but then… then came Stella. Stella is not my friend or psychiatrist, she’s not
Do you believe in soulmates? I do. I believe there is someone who swings to the same tune. Someone who loves the same things: silence, morning shadows, standing in line for a coffee in a busy bakery, when streets are messy with fallen leaves, when no-name bands play something from Simon and Garfunkel and strangers who smell of Eau de Cartier. I believe it could be anyone: a man, a woman, a child, a dog, a city. Do you believe in love from the first sight? I do. I believe in chance, in alignment of stars, in destiny and in forces of nature that bring together men, women, children, dogs and cities.
I love London. And so do film directors. It's like no other city. Every borough has its own face, its own crowd and mood: unapproachable, aristocratic Mayfair, bright and joyful Notting Hill, young and wild Camden, modern chic Canary Wharf and stylish Shoreditch. There is a perfect setting for any story. Really! This Valentine's, just for fun, I have put together a little collection of beautiful places from my favourite LLM (London Love Movies). Here they are:
People, who believe in magic, know that fairies exist. And if fairies exist, there must be fairy houses tucked away in different corners of the world. No use to search for them. They emerge out of nowhere in the middle of your journey at the very moment when you feel lost or exhausted or desperate for a little magic. We found ours on the Route of Cheese somewhere in Normandy and even if you asked me I would not be able to show you a short way there. First we passed a tiny village of Camembert: three-odd houses bathed in the brightest sun-rays and a closed cheese museum.
Last week we went to Paris. We wanted to see it through the lovers' eyes, capture its fleeting beauty, uncover its secret places, spy on its everyday whereabouts. If you are following Fairies & Co on Instagram, last week you were visiting Paris with our lovely guide, Narine. Narine came to Paris herself three years ago. First she studied Art History and Literature, later she changed to Oriental Languages. Her uncle is a film director, that's why, she says, she always loved photography. And she always loved Paris. While working on our Instagram Paris week, Narine realized that she would like to give guided private tours of her secret Paris places and combine them with photo-shootings.
Love for the city, just as love for the man can never be season-bound. The real love, that is, the once-in-a-million-lives love. I have been to Paris in blooming spring, in scorching, mind-altering summer and in burgundy-coloured autumn. Yet it was that chilly, delirious winter that made me swirl in the most dizzying of dances. That winter, with its silver, transparent and yellow, with its colours of winter blues penetrated under my skin and filled me up.
I have no memories people usually keep from their childhood. I remember neither my first seaside vacation, nor my first doll or the first time I was on the plane. But I remember the first time I left home. It was the longest train ride in history: the ride from everything I knew to the unknown. I was seven, I wasn't scared, just bored by monotonous country landscape and frequent stops at the little stations that weren't ours. I believe it took us two days and one night to get to the destination - by the time we arrived it was dark and I was too cranky to notice yellow street lights, cobblestone, black silhouettes of churches against indigo sky and homely noise of the invisible river.
I am sitting on the doorsteps in the heart of Chelsea waiting for my clients. I am a photographer and thanks to my trade I move a lot around the city in search of new beautiful locations. I am holding a large Starbucks latte in one hand and a raspberry muffin in another. I am wearing flat soled ballerina shoes and a blue dotty scarf. This is a common londoner's looks: ballerina shoes all year round and a scarf for when it gets colder. Places where we live change us, ever so slightly. London prompts me to stand in queue even when I am alone on a bus stop. And to wear scarf and mittens instead of coat in autumn - they are easier to hide in my bag when sun appears unexpected. And to grab a coffee whenever I locate a coffee shop. And to consider the tube the best city transport ever – no one in London goes to work by other means. London taught me to smile to strangers