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february inspirations

7:12 PM

Hellooo! Lately, I have felt so inspired by everything around me so I thought I would write up a cheeky little post talking about it. The air is becoming warmer, the sun is setting later, and fresh lavender has returned to farmers markets. The transition between seasons is always delightful because so many things change alongside the weather. 


A warm night spent alone outside- nothing but you, the air, and the serenity of the music flowing from the record player.
The lavender blossoms once again as you sip black coffee on the porch; vintage lights fill the air with an iridescent ambient glow. 

Lately, I just feel so inspired by everything around me. Sure, life is busy as always, but I think it's equally important to notice the things around us that fill our lives with subtle joys. For me, those things tend to be writing & journals, old music, sweet flowers, parisian inspiration, and anything vintage (in case you couldn't already tell). I've also been obsessed with developing my closet and fashion inspirations into a reality. Clutter is something I absolutely cannot stand, so in contrast, a neat and lovely collection of few but memorable stable pieces of clothing is all a girl (like me) really needs. 
Sat in her bronze-legged bath, she writes a letter of heart-warming words to her lover; the scent of roses fill the room and a burning candle sits on the Victorian table in the corner.
Well, that's it! I hope you enjoyed this little post of some of the lovely things that inspire my day to day life lately because I definitely loved writing it. Let me know what you think and what posts you would like to see next. See ya next time,
Viktoria. x

bath

bed of roses: comfort & tranquility

7:54 PM


 Happy Sunday, everyone! Okay so I know I've been amiss but only because I failed to escape the terrible illness going around. So now that I am healthy again, I am back & feeling very inspired. As winter is slowly drifting out of our grip, I think it's most important to make use of what remains of it. This past week it's been very dreary and rainy, making inside awfully homey and comforting. Enjoy the bits and pieces from my week that I captured on my little camera. xx
I. warm, candlelit baths



The chilly weather outside plus the groggy feeling of being ill, made me crave a lovely bath like this one every night. Golden flames, Jane Austen, and building water than surges in a pleasing way on your skin-

II. rose + salts

Nobody does skincare and body luxuries like the French (although the French win in many various things, let's be honest here here). If you didn't know the rose fragrances are my favorite and also the way to my heart; the flowers themselves also happen to have a special place in my heart.

III. la musique
Alas, what is a bath without tranquility of classical music? Here are just a few of my loves..
- Romanze for Cello and Orchestra, Johann Strauss Jr.
- Nocturne No. 2 in E Flat Major, Frederic Chopin
- Le Onde, Ludovico Einaudi
- Concerto in D Minor, Johann Sebastian Bach
- Kiss the Rain, Yiruma
- The Nutcracker Op. 71 Act 2 No.14, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky 

IV. soft, enchanting beside musings


The allurement of capturing soft, exquisite moments on film is something I shall never take for granted. And nothing is better to photograph than shining beams of sun light pouring in through the window, casting endless grey shadows on the ruffled sheets of my mahogany bed..

I hope these photos inspired you to take a day for yourself and to make it the best one yet. You don't realize till you do it, how a day filled with small enchantments can bring you such immense joy. See you next time with another post. With love, Viktoria. x

january

sounds of january

6:49 PM

As we near the end of the first month of the new year, I thought I would share with you my most beloved tunes and songs of January. For me, this month should be filled with soft, crisp, wintery melodies. These songs are so simplistic yet perfectly mirror the frosty weather, burning firewood, and chai tea lattes from the cafe on the corner. Hope you enjoy -->

I. reading Tennyson by firelight
My lovely fireplace that can make a room the most romantic place in the whole damn world. 
For nights spent by the fire reading old english poets' work; Billie Holiday playing on an old vintage vinyl. 
Tracks:
- Alright, Keaton Hensen
  - One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong, Gregory Alan Isakov
- Long Lost Century, The Woodlands 
- Début, Mélanie Laurent 
- The Swan, Peter Breiner 


II. teakwood & tobacco
Burning flames, soothing bath salts, & a sprig of pine.
The musky scent of pine combined with the warm aroma of an extinguished candle fill your living room while you press your nose against the glass and gaze out at the lulling rain.


Tracks: 
The Christmas Waltz, Tony Bennett 
- Sleep On The Floor, The Lumineers 
- Words, Gregory Alan Isakov 
- Cold Cold Heart, Tony Bennett 
The Wisp Sings, Winter Aid



III. warm kisses 
My dreamy-looking bedroom on a foggy morning this past week at 6am.
Messy bed sheets, the old crackle of a record player, sentimental thoughts, & memories of the last time you saw him lingering in your mind. 
Tracks: 
A Winter Romance, Dean Martin
- Love is Only a Heartbeat Away, Jamie T.
- La Vie en Rose, Daniela Andrade 
- Solitude, Billie Holiday
- Botanical Romance, Isobel Anderson






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composing poetry

2:48 PM





Reading a book is one thing, but reading poetry is something extraordinary. For me, the same goes with writing it. When I sit down to write, pen in my hand, candle burning by my side, it's as if  a world of possibilities lies before me. No boundaries; only feeling, loving, breaking, and healing. Poetry is full of magic, because how can something so beautiful be composed from a simple dictionary of words? I thought I would let you in the door to my heart and read a few of my compositions. With Love, Viktoria x 


I. the girl who writes

Her pen moved in rhythm to the 
music of his voice.
Her big brown 
eyes 
mirrored his soft, blue ones.
The globe on her desk 
spun
around and around 
like her thoughts of his lips.
For she is his poet, 
and
he is her universe.

I wrote this little piece a while ago about a boy I care about very much. Someone who has and will always be in my heart. It's very much a description of me, my things, & my thoughts- 

II. glow

All the lights in
the universe
combined, are
pitch black compared 
to the brightness in 
your brilliant 
blue 
eyes. 

When I fall for someone, it always begins with their eyes. I'll notice the way they light up when they look my way, or the sadness swell up in them when I leave without saying goodbye. A pair of eyes can be more elaborate and beautiful than the best of novels.


III. incandescence 

I was too busy searching for emeralds and rubies, 
to notice the way your voice softens when you speak to me. 
I would gaze at my reflection in the mirror, 
confused at my constant tear-stained cheeks and 
expressionless eyes. 
It wasn't until later that I realized the only radiance I need 
is the kind that lights up your face whenever 
you look my way. 

I don't like to live with regrets because they weigh me down but I will never forgive myself for taking him for granted. There is only  one boy who would give his very life for me, and yet I thought I needed something "more." I've learnt that your heart can be selfish in a way that results in despair instead of the bliss it was searching for.

IV. quiet ways

And I silently watched the final bits of wood crumble and die into
 nothing but burnt, black embers. 
The fire may have perished, but my soul had come alive 
as I realized there would never be 
anyone for me but you.

One day, 6 years from now, I will see this boy sitting by the window of a coffee shop; he'll flip the page of his book and run his fingers through his hair, a frown forming on his brow. Eventually, he'll look up, see me writing hastily on a notepad at the table in the corner, and instantly break into a smile. I'll feel his eyes on me and look up to meet his; the same, glistening blue eyes I had always known. In that moment, we'll both remember all those years we spent laughing with each other and know that nothing, not even time, could pull us apart..


v. bedside musings

The ink from her pen began to flow 
smoothly
the moment thoughts of 
him
flooded her mind.

This is actually the newest of my compositions. I woke up earlier than usual this morning to rain hitting my window and instantly felt a strong urge to write. So this was the result of yet another stormy morning and a good morning message from him. 


xoxo, Viktoria 

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