inspiration.

spring, i want to run towards you with messy hair and my hands held high.

lalalala take me home.

not so long ago i moved to a new city. our flat is almost finished, but there are still some projects we are working on (like a commode made out of suitcases), spaces and walls that need to be filled with life or things i still want to change. i like to change things up a lot because i constantly have new ideas. 

these are some home inspirations that i have collected.

i like to mix and match and combine. to kind of break into one style and go on with a completely different one. i do not like it too pretty, clean or straight lines. well.. i like pretty. but i like to create a mess with the pretty.

naked brick walls, oriental carpets, maps, pretty torn off wallpaper, tulle, clustered spaces, dark wood, flourishes, beautiful flowers in run-down or vintage vessels, interior items that have a past and creating your own ideas ( we built our personal wardrobe by putting copper pipes up on the wall). that is what it is all about for me. also i like to put things where you would not expect them to be. 

since i recently received my new canon 6d baby i will put up some pictures of our flat in some time. 

and hopefully i will once live in a sunny loft on a rooftop. with huge factory windows, a huge terrace, totally run-down, pipes all over the place and of course brick walls and not to forget stucco decoration! i would arrange it so freaking awesome and you all would be invited.

so...anybody there who wants to buy me a loft?

spring won´t you come already?

i am eagerly waiting for spring to come and take me away.

the sounds of yet lonely birds arriving to accompany us makes me wide eyed. 

spring is coming and it´s bringing along a sweet riot.

a riot in my soul.

things will change for the better and there will be a lioness rising with a heart that can´t be tamed just like her long wavy hair.

i can feel it.i know it.

and when the spring air will fill my lungs i will dance under street lights and white winter lies will be gone.

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the ever wandering heart.

when there is wanderlust in my blood, a nostalgia reminding me of recent travels that feels so strong that i can smell every scent and breath the salty fresh sea, feel what i felt then...i can only remind myself that now i am supposed to be where i am right now. there is this season and there will be others. i will travel again. and with traveling i mean months or even years. gypsy life will ever have my wandering heart.

in the meantime i can still look at pictures or even better, remember the things that are not on the pictures. the moments soaked into my skin and bones. eyes and mind.

personal style.

on our trip last year i got inspired a lot by the personal style of people in williamsburg.

a mix of cool rock chic, undoneness, bohemian/hippie and girly collar dresses.

this mixed up with the laid back berlin street style is exactly what i strive for.
i created some outfits on polyvore that i would like to wear this spring.

have a look!

http://confettimind.polyvore.com

hit the road,jack.

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the power of fragile.

i like to watch people.

on the street or on pictures.

i like to make up stories in my mind about who that person could be, what stories lie behind absent eyes, messy hair and timid smiles.

and when i discover a bit of it, the power of fragility makes me marvel. it reminds me why i love people.

these moments when souls gleam like the sun that gleams through clouded skies for just two seconds on days drawn in grey.

these moments when people are not in their shell or even cage. flawed and full of character and marks.

i love tooth gaps, huge smiles, bed heads, chapped nail polish, paleness, really weird laughter, clumsiness, people that laugh about their own jokes, awkward dancers, sleepy faces and the funny socks i can see people wearing when they sit down on the train, tired from a long workday.

i think we have been told a lie for years and years. as we grew up people told or showed us that we all needed to be perfect in order to be powerful.

but as i thought about it carefully i found that it did not coincide with the experiences i had and lessons i learned.

when there are flaws there is an unaffectedness.

when there are wise words, that we all love, there are people that took a fall and spoke those wise words out of experience.

the wisest men have a beautiful fragility and authenticity.

and for me this is so powerful.

more powerful than everything perfect, combined in one person.

when there is something fragile in your eyes and something broken in your bones, you can turn it into beautiful things.

you can create beauty, you can love, you can ease someones burden.

and as we travel this life the imperfect becomes the perfect, the undesirable becomes desirable, guilt becomes forgiveness and pain becomes love.

it happens all as we travel.

it happens all as we evolve.

it happens all as we never stop learning to see and not just look.

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