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to Férrer, that is. I was curious to take the first peek…

the fabric of this outfit was so soft and eversoslightly & elegantly sparkly, just yummy

This night blue butterfly dress was also nice, but I remained  true to my first crush. The sparkly little French number.

I’d style it with this sleeveless, ivory white knit that fits like a glove. A find from Paris some 10 years ago.

It’s soooo nice to take photos like this – for once I don’t have to try to take pictures of myself! My model is much less self-critical as well… And she’s much more photogenic anyways.

Ok spring, bring it on! I’m all set…♥.

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I loved, really loved the music and dresses of the movie Great Gatsby.

Ok, Redford was yummy enough to eat, too.

Now that divine 1920’s look is coming back, with Baz Luhrman’s remake of the film.

So, dear friends of LadyBohemia, dive into the fashion of the roaring 20’s, with Ralph Lauren taking the lead.

After all, it was originally Ralph Lauren who clad Robert Redford for his role as Jay Gatsby – and won the film an Oscar for best costume design.

I would take any of these, should somebody from RL happen to call…

But regarding the 2012 version of the movie… I’m apprehensive, even a bit scared of the idea of seeing it.

Because. How can there be a Jay Gatsby without Redford? Who could match his coolness, charm, vulnerability, the power and wealth he’d achieved, combined with his utter defenslessness when facing the love of his live?

Redford’s Gatsby an illusion so dear to me that I might just prefer hold onto it… After all, there can never be another Sundance either.

Remember?

There it is, the tragedy of Gatsby. A man desperately trying to hide his humble origins amongst the spoiled and idle rich.

Normally I try to find a silver lining on things and not wallow in excess negativity here in LadyBohemia. But please, allow me one exception to the rule.

Here goes.

I hate Daisy.

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~* Blond Power *~

I got a serious dose of blond power, as three striking ladies came to sit at the same table as I in Lungi, a cool and mellow little restaurant with the friendliest service and comfy sofas scattered here and there.

I wanted a moment to myself to really figure out how I feel about a proposition I’d just received for LadyBohemia. But as these ladies joined my table, I was most happy to be distracted.

The lovely and beautiful Nina and Emilia.

Nina told me her story. I can tell you, I was inspired. She had worked in advertising in London for 15 years, but after becoming a mother she wanted to make a fresh start into something new. Something her very own. The idea of Beibamboo was born almost at the same time as her own little daughter. If you have little children, I think it’s worth checking out. And I salute Nina for the brave step she’s taken. I love to collect inspirational tales of following one’s heart, and Nina’s definitely was such.

And if that wasn’t enough, our table was joined by Tarja, my fitness guru whose classes I’ve faithfully followed some 15 years. Needless to say, she is as blonde and as striking as the other two ladies.

It was so funny to sit back and watch all the men in the place touring the sofa where these three beauties sat, like a group of cats around some very tempting and very hot porridge.

And the ladies coolly ignoring all the attention, just minding their own business.

Hihi… My own little sociological experiment.

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Haha!

I’m still standing but the mess in my bedroom is no more.

Feeling like so…

Photo from the net, by somebody very talented

PS. Everything nice, clean and fresh that happens in this household, I owe to my darling friend. Who came over (with chocolate!), tidied, cleaned and folded stuff that I’ve been too exhausted to do for almost a year.

After she was done with everything else, she still – get this! – ironed my bed sheets.

Nobody has been this sweet to me…

And words do not describe how sweet it is to sleep in those sheets.

My friend and I have gone through thick and thin – and every possible and impossible obstacle in addition – together. And thanks to her, even I’m starting to feel that we’ll get through this one too.

If and when you read this, I just wanna say.

I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you.

Thank you.

Love you.

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I really like the lyrics on this one.

You can just feel that the songwriter is a woman.

And however uncool it may be, tonight, her words are getting underneath my skin.

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This morning I attacked a mission impossible.

To sort out my vintage bags, gloves, accessories… All those beautiful trinkets that have no place of their own in our tiny home so they just lie around in haphazard piles.

To stay sane in this process, I repeat Viktor Egelund’s words as a mantra:

Done is better than perfect.”

My grandmother was also a gatherer. She loved all things beautiful and her house was full of treasures. I loved playing with her jewellery, clothes, bags, belts…

The gorgeous wedding photo of my grandparents, shamelessly buried under my unruly mess

My grandmother had a coffee set, with a single deep red rose in each cup. Those were the most beautiful cups I’d ever seen. We weren’t allowed to touch them when we were little, but I dreamed of one day having one of those cups, all of my own.

So…. ever since I was a student I’ve toured antique markets, shops and auctions, buying those – now considered antique – cups, one at a time… And I’ve managed to collect 30 of them!

They’re in full use too; to be enjoyed, not just preserved.

Those rosecups - a little touch by my grandmother

My grandmother was a celebrated beauty in her heyday. She really was traffic-stoppingly gorgeous. Whenever she went to a photo shop to have her picture taken, the shop kept her photo in the window as and advertisement – until she came back next year, to have another photo taken.

She was also the first woman in Kotka to drive a car. Very progressive, if you ignore the little things, such as fences or traffic signs that she habitually run over en route…

Kröhm. I just realised that in addition to gathering all things wonderful, we have something else in common… I wonder if people told her she drives like a mad Frenchman (woman). I get that a lot.

My most priced possession in the world are old photo albums from the family. I couldn’t care less if they’re torn and worn – they couldn’t be more dear to me.

In this one, my father around the age of one, and my grandmother ♥♥♥.

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LadyBohemia, to me, is a place where my dreams go to hide.

A place I can go hide as well, when the world roughs a woman up more than reasonable.

A place where I rejoice my little victories. Where I can shout out my joy. Cry my tears of happiness.

Enjoy the beautiful. Forget and forgive the rest.

And here’s what I’d like LadyBohemia to offer visually, crystalized into one page.

Something romantic, feminine and elegant, with a bohemian touch… A little piece of my dreams ♥.

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*~ yup ~*

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So. It’s rainy and slushy outside today… Don’t let it get to you, as you’re about to get a dose of warmth and coziness, almost as magnificent as a fireplace readily lit up when you come home drained from work… Or a bath in candlelight.

In the form of knitwear, I mean. Chunky, romantic, crochet… You CAN look lovely whilst keeping yourself warm all the way to your toes. Here are some photos I’ve collected for my rainy day inspiration.

My favorite look, by Unjung Jun.

Another big-time favorite look... I've got a dress very much like this by Kristiina Viirpalu but those little black gloves would be an icing on the cake.... Ok, also the Vuitton suitcase adds a certain something. Thanks Unjung Jun for the idea-I'll definitely go for the gloves at least.

This makes me think of my Hanski, who is responsible for everything practical existing in our household. She has personally knitted all woollen socks & gloves my kids & I possess, and some quilts in addition. So. Even though she currently lives in Holland, she still keeps us all warm. I'm so lucky to have her.

Feeling a little warmer already?

Rainy day kisses to all my lovely readers,

from LadyBohemia

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Ok, all you men out there… I know some of you read my blog but feel free to pass on this post.

For no man will ever understand the passion with which a woman can love her handbag.

My black beauty has a few battle scars left from those who haven’t treated her with love and care but hey, so do I…

My vintage dealer offered to change the metal chain as it’s a little faded but I actually prefer it this way. Flaws and all.

I have a little tip for you… Vintage is totally underappreciated in Cannes where all things blingy, shiny and new are in, whereas in cities like Paris it’s very sought after. Therefore, you can find real treasures in the South for a fraction of what you’d end up paying in Paris.

My favorite boutique owners in Cannes have even studied my little blog to understand my style and to have things to match it in store when they know I’m coming – if I don’t call them in advance they actually send those treasures to Paris.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a huge-budget buyer. But we share a love for all things old and beautiful that makes business a real pleasure.

Sometimes I even think that Eric and Fabio – owners of the best vintage boutique in Cannes – are almost as happy as I am when they find me just that perfect little piece that I’ve been searching for during years and years…

Now they’re on the lookout for a perfect beaded 20’s charleston dress…♥.

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