4/12/2015

SATURDAY RAMPAGE



This is what I was up to last Saturday. We had been planning to have this wine / cheese party for almost half a year and yesterday finally got to the point of actually fulfilling it. Although I have to admit I don't like wine at all, especially red wine. And that night my hatred towards it manifested itself as me spilling, or rather thrusting, Emilia's wine glass with such force that it flew all over my white wall and curtains. I was taking photos and in my usual careful manner I managed to swing it just in the right direction for it to hit the glass. But on the bright side (not really), now, embellished beautifully with red stains, my wall looks like one of Pollock's paintings. This isn't even the first time something like this happens to me, so I'm starting to get a little worried. I mean even just the amount of damage my camera has taken due to me bumping it into stuff is really upsetting. It's still working just fine but one day I'm sure I will regret my indiscretion. If smart people learn from others people's mistakes, and stupid people from experience, what does that make me then? Playing this board game called iKNOW also left me feeling extremely stupid, or unknowing to say the least. My common knowledge is sadly deficient. But hey, there are many different types of intelligence! Right guys?

4/10/2015

SIMPLY SIMPLE


SUNNIES - ZEROUV *    |    EARRINGS - NASTYGAL    |    CROP TOP - NASTY GAL    |    PANTS - H&M    |    LEATHER JACKET - ZARA    |    BOOTS - DINSKO


I met up with Jade a couple of days ago. First we went to this parking garage to shoot my outfit and then we headed back to the city center to have a cup of hot chocolate. I seriously don't know what is up with me and parking garages. Whenever you enter one that's within a radius of 100 kilometers of Turku there's a good chance you'll spot me there dwelling with my camera. For one thing they tend to be good places to shoot in terms of lighting. And I really like the gloomy atmosphere they give off... Atm I really feel like exploring new places, not only because I need new and interesting environments to shoot in, but because I enjoy the process of going to unfamiliar places in itself. Turku is not that big though, and I should probably expand my area of operation. In other news, I'm very eagerly (and impatiently) waiting for one of my photo series to be published in Elegant Magazine, which should be happening sometime during this month. It's one of my favorite series so far and I'm very proud of it. I was given the pleasure to work with a bunch of awesome and talented people, including Mirjam Lehtonen who designed three head pieces for this photoshoot, so there's really no wonder it turned out so well. Just feeling very grateful right now.


4/05/2015

GOLDMINE


SUNNIES - ZEROUV*    |    BLOUSE - ZARA    |    PANTS - BIKBOK    |    LEATHER JACKET - ZARA    |    BOOTS - DINSKO


4/01/2015

WRAPPED IN LOVE


PHOTOGRAPHER: SARA LEHTOMAA
MODELS: SUSA & AISTE


"This photo shoot was sponsored by cling wrap". And a lots of it. However much less than I had calculated...I ended up using only little over one roll and was left with six unopened packages...I'm really unfortunately bad at estimating stuff. But, on the bright side, now we have cling wrap for at least two years! As the title suggests the theme here is love. Or more specifically, the aim of these photos is to try to describe what being in love feels like. Wanting to be with someone all of the time, and almost starting to live through that person, in a kind of symbiosis. You start clinging to each other up to the point when you, in a sense, almost become one. Hence, it feels wrong to be away from that person, and once you are reunited there's a sense of relief and comfort, as you have returned to the spot that is meant just for you. And I'm not referring exclusively to a romantic kind of love but any kind of relationship which involves a deep sense of caring for each other. I really want to thank the girls for doing this; being in love may be peachy but being wrapped up in cling wrap for a whole hour, not so much. Plus they did a great job in conveying the feeling!


  

3/22/2015

BLUE


PHOTOS: SARA LEHTOMAA

  

3/17/2015

GOOD MORNING


SHIRT - ZARA     |     JEANS - TRIFTED     |     JACKET - ZARA     |     SHOES - DINSKO     |     EARRINGS - TRIFTED

I feel like the sunlight is starting to wake me up from what for the most part seems like a long period of drowsiness and gloominess. That is my excuse for not blogging properly. That and school work. But here's a quick and hopefully enjoyable start for what should be an interesting continuation to my blog. Lots of cool (photography) projects to come, that much I can promise you. I will also be shooting more outfits now that the sun is out and it's starting to get warmer. I really want to thank you for being such patient readers! I'm glad that most of you still feel like following this blog and I'll try my best to provide more (and hopefully more interesting) content in the future! That's all for now, 'cause I gotta rush!

3/07/2015

SWEET DREAMS


PHOTOGRAPHER: SARA LEHTOMAA


When I was younger I used to have this recurring dream. Or rather a nightmare, since it usually ended up with me waking up sweaty, shaking, confused, as I hadn't yet figured out that the images in my head weren't real. What I had seen was myself in the midst of what seemed to me like the apocalypse. I was surrounded by colossal dark mountains, a stormy enraged sky and in the middle of that sky appeared an eye many times bigger than myself, making me feel unbearably tiny and vulnerable. People around me weren't individuals but rather a stream of consciousness and emotions bolting back and forth. I sensed they were panicking, moving in different directions causing chaos, all aiming to get away, to escape. But I was standing still, staring at the terrifying apparition in the sky. I didn't know where I was or why, or who the people around me where. It was as if I had suddenly been cast in the middle of a movie, of which I didn't know the plot. But I could tell it was in the middle of its climax, and that whatever was happening wasn't going to be good. That's all I remember. Sometimes my family was there with me, being dragged away from me by the storm wind. But more often I was alone.

Even though many years have passed since I last had this dream I can remember it very vividly. I was 5 - 10 years old then and the reason why I remember it so well is simply because it was so terrifying. I find the repetitiveness of it the most interesting thing, though. Everyone has nightmares every once in a while, some people more than others. But the fact that one would dream almost exactly the same dream several times I find peculiar - makes you want to think that it has a meaning. But I'm guessing it merely has to do with memory. I remember reading somewhere that recurring dreams might mean that there's something in your life that you haven't acknowledged and that is causing stress of some sort. And that the repetitiveness is due to the fact that you haven't corrected the problem. And I also know that people who have gone through some sort of traumatic experience often have recurring dreams as a way of dealing with those experiences. I haven't had anything as terrible that it would cause a trauma happen to me during my childhood, at least that I know of. So I'm left wondering why. Not that it matters, but I'm awfully curious to know. Dreams are wonderfully absurd.

2/21/2015

DAYS LIKE THIS



Flashback to last summer. Me, Emilia and Vilma are having a picnic next to Aura River, which instead of its usual brownish hue is closer to silver, sparkling brightly as if it would be eagerly celebrating the sunshine together with us. My own celebration has taken the form of good company and strawberries and cherries and blueberries. It's wonderful. Just lying there. At that moment I was able to let go of everything else and just take in the now and enjoy the hell out of it! My skin absorbing the warmth radiating from above, the sweetness of a strawberry melting in my mouth and letting a satisfying series of laughters tumble up from my gut as we were enjoying each others company. I love myself a good laughter. One that leaves your stomach hurting. One that leaves you struggling for breath. That's what I often end up with when I'm spending time with people who get me. I embrace the laughter and really just surrender myself to it. Sometimes I laugh so hard and loud that I afterwards get embarrassed, hoping that I haven't disturbed anyone. This song reminds me of the kind of good feeling that builds up to a laughter. It made me laugh inside :)


  

2/08/2015

MY MIND IS DRAINED FROM WRITING ESSAYS, HENCE THE TITLE


PHOTOGRAPHER: SARA LEHTOMAA
MODEL: MERI NIEMI / FASHIONTEAM
MAKEUP & STYLING: SARA LEHTOMAA

2/01/2015

ILLUMINATE


JACKET - ZARA    |    KNIT - ZARA    |    SCARF - LINDEX    |    EARRINGS - LINDEX    |    BOOTS - DINSKO