Personally speaking, the nineties was a good decade. As long as I’m able to see through the aggressively pencilled-in eyebrows and velvet-ribbons-as-chokers, there’s very little to complain about: I became of age, studied in Switzerland twice, grew out of grunge, moved to Scotland and figured out feminism and never looked back.
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It still ebbs and flows, my head, like everybody’s, it seems. Summer has officially arrived, and after a couple of successful attempts at al fresco dining and getting drunk on rosé with 3D -people I’ve almost been fooled into thinking that the past 3 months were just one weirdly long, quiet Sunday.
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Bored of your lodgings smelling like Gwyneth Paltrow’s vagina? Worry not. There’s a new scented candle in town, and it smells like Gwyneth Paltrow’s orgasm, and is conveniently called thus. A snip at $75 on Goop website, it continues the “punk rock and feminist” (her words) tradition of Paltrow selling smelly wax in the name of female empowerment.
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It happens every now and then that I read something that is an exact representation my thoughts, or translates how I feel about any given situation. Writer Olivia Laing has had this effect lately.
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It’s a new week and terraces are allowed open again in Brussels! Also, winter is back! And everybody is in retrograde this week, so best of luck!
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I gave it a fair chance and nothing came of it: maybe it was the lockdown scrambling my brain, maybe it’s just how I’m wired, maybe it was mild claustrophobia building up, maybe all of the above, but I was getting nothing done at home. I would pace around my apartment like nervous pigeon, have half-started projects all over the place and switch between levitating on the sofa and manically skipping from one activity to other. A friend summed it up perfectly: it is idiocy to expect a new outcome if you keep doing the same thing without changing something. So I got myself a working space.
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