It’s the New York Fashion Week, it’s the MET Gala tonight, it’s the new book releases, it’s people stepping out on the red carpet, it’s the awards, it’s the everything, and it feels so good.
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C’est la rentrée!
Happy start of the New Year, which for me takes place in September. As friend put it, January New Year is merely a stocktaking. It’s all working from home and chasing people for overdue drinks in the balmy Brussels. Re-establishing routines and sort of planning for a life after a long while feels like wrapping self in tartan, which never fails to appear as the seasonal freshness come September.
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Back To School.
I’m in Helsinki wrapping up my annual summer recess and witnessing thousands of Finnish kids start a new school year around this time, some for the first time in their life.
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July and So Many Thoughts
It’s the beginning of summer holidays very soon (for those observing the Central European biorhythms – those up in the North are already mostly back in their cubicles to prepare for the imminent Polar vortex) and as is always the case, there’s the mad rush to get everything cancelled before putting the out of office and not boarding the plane to go somewhere interesting.
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Middle Age And the City
Life is back, a little bit. There were grand sporting events, but more importantly Cannes was back in almost its full glory. Celebrities and fabulous people are stepping out again in their Sunday best, and while for the most of us it’s still walking the high wire with the virus, at least there has been a little bit of something visually pleasing to enjoy.
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Ditlevsen’s Copenhagen Trilogy is Nørdic Genius
Reading Swedish Astrid Lindgren is part of every Nordic kid’s literary canon. The Pippi Långstockings and Emils and all of the wholesome children of Bullerby and Saltkråkan in the Swedish Archipelago were firmly etched in my head when I was young, making me compulsively re-read the books, and later experience terrible bouts of disappointment, as my summers absolutely were nowhere as idyllic as those of the merry children in the televised versions of the books.
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