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Saturday, 25 May 2019

Your Hair, My Hair

Your Hair, My Hair
Saturday, 25 May 2019
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So my hair has been natural for 4 years and the story about how I became natural is so bizarre.  I  was actually going to relax my hair and found that my relaxer had been leaking probably for months into my wardrobe. I remember shitting myself,  thinking my mum would finish me if she found out that I wasted her precious relaxer. So when I took my braids out I suggested that maybe I shouldn't jump to straightening it with a relaxer and instead leave it as it was, surprising her in the process. I carried this spiel on for several months to try and buy time and that was the beginning of the end. Looking back now I wasn't sure why I didn't just tell her the relaxer had leaked, maybe it was a sign. 

Looking at the pictures after, I came to hate the way my relaxed hair looked. It looked weak and dead, it burned and smelt and I was terrified of getting it in my eyes, because even until the big age of 16 I thought it would blind me if it ever got into my eyes. After all, that is what it said on the box. I will be honest with you I had no idea what to do with this new transition hair. Unlike most people who had to have their relaxed ends cut off,  mine fell out on their own, which, again, I deffo think was a sign. I really enjoyed the new volume but my goodness I couldn't style it even if my life depended on it, I used to just scrape it into a puff and didn't even KNOW what a bobby pin was.

It took a lot of confidence to wear my natural hair, there are always  going to be snide comments or backhanded compliments, my old manager told me to tidy my hair under the cap because he saw my hair as messy and two weeks ago a white man walked passed me and told his black wife my hair looked like a mess. My hair was in space buns. The bottom line is that natural hair on black women have been perceived as unprofessional for years, to the point black mothers to this day will encourage their daughters to straighten and relax their hair. The only reason the products even exist was that we had tried to "tame" our hair to fit a certain standard

There is nothing to tame, personally, I love my hair the way it is. It took a lot of growth and patients to be comfortable with who I am. If you told 13 year old me I would walk around with no makeup and my natural hair at 19, she would have cried, disappointed in future me for not trying to be pretty. I like it when my natural hair is out because it takes no more than 5 minutes to do AND it is versatile and fun to play with and soft to touch when I am sad. I think we need to move away from such an ignorant perception that anything a black woman does to her hair will be ratchet and unprofessional. It is OUR choice what we choose to do with the things that grows out of OUR scalp and let us love and embrace ourselves, whether we decide to braid our hair, or even straighten our hair. Black women have always been oppressed because of those choices, but I will no longer allow it. My hair is my hair and your hair is your hair.

White men and women I urge you to simply mind your own business when it comes to our hair, think about what you are saying when you talk to a black woman about their hair. At this point, we are tired of answering all your questions, not only because you can now utilise google.com, but also because the questions are used to make us feel small or embarrassed. No, I will not allow it anymore.

When I was young insults like That isn't even your real hair and I bet you're bald underneath all that, were common. I do not want my child to hear that when she grows up. It's just interesting when Ariana Grande openly admitted to buying her hair in 7 rings no one wanted to comment, instead it was everyone's insta caption for a week but that is another pitcher of water.

I am glad, however, that natural hair has become more common with sales of straightening agents going down. I am also so proud of the black women's nonchalant transparency when it comes to our styling hair. I am glad we stopped caring.

Like I said this is MY hair and I make the decisions around here when it comes to MY hair. All opinions should be kept to themselves.

PS You're still not allowed to touch our, hair it's weird.
PSS I can understand no makeup me can be horrifying erm sorry but like I don't have enough money for surgery someone PayPal me funds.

Emmy xx



Monday, 13 May 2019

Alone

Alone
Monday, 13 May 2019
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Before I went on my trip people had asked how I could go by myself and when I came back the question was still very much remained. So I decided to talk about being alone. Before I start I am being very open and vulnerable, so please be kind and try to be understanding about what I am trying to say, don't take this wrong way. Thank you.

When I was younger I didn't have many friends, I was also the kid that had to wander around and ask people if I could play. Usually, the answer was no. I was heavily bullied in primary school for being born in Germany I was often called Hitler or a German bomber and honestly, it didn't help that I and one of the most infamous men in history shared exactly the same birthday.  It was the worst start to my new life in the UK. There was already stuff going on in the background but I also had this at school as well. My teachers were less than helpful telling me to ignore the racist comments whilst I spent most of my early primary school days in tears. Some of my teachers were also incredibly racist as well.  When kids would say they were starving one particular teacher would say that only people in Africa were starving which is such a toxic image to portray to impressionable young kids. The bullying went on and teachers had neglected me. So to get rid of bullies I was terrible, I was violent,  I was aggressive and I was difficult to handle. I wasn't getting any friends, but at least I was left alone.


I hated primary school and honestly, not being dramatic I cannot stomach seeing anyone from that place again, only a tiny amount of people were kind to me, the rest were absolute devils. The experience still stays with me. I have tried and tried to move on, but it stayed like an ugly scar and there nothing I could do to get rid of it. On top of that horrendous ordeal at school, there was other background noise that was very much disturbed me. Like mentioned in my blog post: Growing up, the school was the only place I was allowed to act like a child and even then it was completely ruined. It didn't help that company I kept continuously ate at my esteem constantly belittling me. The company was kept on and off throughout high school. In the early years I didn't establish good friendships, hopping about from different groups of people and in the near the end I picked up one or two great gems although the friendship group was iffy, to say the least.

So all that time alone was my only safe option. I protected myself from the outside world. I tried to stop having feelings. It's funny to think, that to think and feel go hand in hand. For me, I thought more so not to feel.  I would rationalise my feelings so much that essence would be lost. The feeling would become a vague thought at the back of mind. It was almost like forcing the food down the sinkhole instead of consolidating the food and throwing the food in the bin. Eventually, the sink would block regurgitating something even more rancid and vile. Those were often aggressive outbursts or other things. In high school I went through that constant cycle, unsure where to turn to ask for help. there was no way I was turning to teachers again and because of a lack of trust, I wasn't turning to any of my friends. Being alone with your thoughts can be so dangerous. Some people are ticking time bomb and let me tell you to ask anyone from my high school what happened to me in year 9, you'll be shocked. Obviously, I will not talk about it in detail.

So being Alone was something I became accustomed to. I still find it hard to trust people. I lost friends because they would get to close and I would have to distance them again out of habit. I could rely on myself and I was very good at daydreaming and escaping through my thoughts, living out my very vivid imagination. There was a time I was never at home, there would be no one behind the eyes. As years went by, being alone becoming less toxic and more of a personality trait. I am really introverted, invitations have to be given to me weeks in advance so I can charge. Every time I go out I have to at least prep myself a little. I am much happier now but prefer to be alone now anyway. I am finally trying to understand who I am so I need my own space to do that in, without the influence of the outside world, because even though I was alone a lot before I was feeding off the insecurities of other people and all negativity surrounding me.

I am sorry it was all a little heavy this week, I'll return to goofy me next time. Also because I was alone a lot doesn't mean you have to be. If you ever feel like it's all a little bit too much please message me I am happy to listen, the same way so many people in my life have.

Note: Being alone and being isolated are two different things



Emmy
xx


Sunday, 5 May 2019

C'est La Vie-An open Letter

C'est La Vie-An open Letter
Sunday, 5 May 2019
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Dear Nobody and Somebody,






































I am writing this letter from the comfort of my sofa after arriving back safely. It was never my outright intention to be in Paris and I had mentioned the city in wistful abandonment to my mother never thinking I would go. Paris was not somewhere I had ached to visit but at least it had my curiosity, and so one day whilst lazily discussing future plans in the cafeteria with my colleague I was intrigued by her trip and decided it would be my coming of age trip. I decided it would be a nice place to celebrate my 19th Birthday.

I went alone.




































I needed my own headspace, there was clutter up in my head, my brain was like an attic with memories and thoughts gathering dust, inspiration had dulled and died, no one was going up regularly to clean it out and get the gears grinding. The clutter accumulated because I thought for anyone and everyone, but I hardly thought for myself. I never really knew how to be selfish and I never really knew exactly who I was. What did I feel and think like with the clutter of the world around me heavily influencing me? That why I was adamant on booking the trip by myself. I didn't want to hesitate anymore I wanted to be inspired and free. 


Paris is a romantic city although I did not find pleasure in the massive grandeur of Paris but rather the subtle things that are woven into the Parisian lifestyle. Paris was a city of leisure, unlike the purposeful rush and productive hum of London, the people of Paris were never in quite the same hurry, taking things at a pace, steady like a heartbeat. There was something delightful about an elderly lady descending into the metro with posies peaking out her handbag, or how at 9 am on the dot every day a rich homely smell of coffee drifted into my hotel room warning me if I didn't wake up soon I would miss breakfast. 

Parisians live to experience life, lounging parks with pastries in hand most would mumble under their breaths to a friend or partner over a steaming coffee at a cafe, sometimes they would glance at those walking by and continue where they left off. I remembered quite vividly during my trip sitting opposite to elderly gentlemen, one was wearing a white dress jacket and a checkered shirt and the other wearing a straw hat and a beige shirt and a loosened tie, they were in passionate conversation and I assumed they were talking about the state of the politics, it made me feel like I was an extra in a movie.

The cobbled streets seemed to trip me up when I moved too fast as if trying to humble me as if telling me I was in Paris now and I had to learn to slow down. I enjoyed standing on the platforms as the train hissed to a stop, inviting a flush of warm air. The streets were always cluttered with chairs from this or that cafe. There was always the tinkle of bicycle bells as someone zoomed past in the lime green city bikes. Lights would flicker from red to green, although the rules of traffic were mostly ignored by motorists or they seemed to follow their own rules, finding their own harmonies.



I remember sitting at the Banks of Seine by legs dangling over the edge watching The Eifle tower light up reminding  me of the story of the  tower, the people of Paris had taught it particularly ugly and an eyesore of the city, looming ominously over them, but now as I watched it sparkle and gleam against the dark blanket of the night sky. I realised that the Eifle is all of us, we just grow and realise our own Cinderella story.

Well, I hope you're well, you should visit sometime it's beautiful. I now know why writers  chose the city as their muse because it has sparked inspiration in me and I hope it does for you

Emmy xx



Sunday, 17 March 2019

Flare Ups

Flare Ups
Sunday, 17 March 2019
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Before we begin I would describe this look as more of a festival look, so when you lot all go to wireless and the other one(?) you can wear this look. (wow I  really am boring! I don't know I am not really a festival gal). Or, alternatively it can be worn on an island off the coast of Greece where the whole island follows a girl that is like 19, who is literally getting married in a week, has three Dads and is reading out her mum's diary, but also everyone is reminiscing of times where everyone wore sparkly flares and platforms. Hmm that sounds oddly familiar.

So let me start off by saying when I said "Look" I meant looks because I am pairing these NASTY GAL trousers with three separate tops (Why do I  often write like I am doing an introducing my YouTube videos I don't know,  judge me in your spare time)

Also also okay I couldn't find the blue version of these trousers but I found a grey version of them so click here to see them, they are also brown pairs which are pretty cute.


So here is the first top  I call it Snow White and the Seven Snakes (as you can see I am great at naming things and should be paid hourly to name your kids)

 So this is top has made an appearance once before in my post-Bad &Boujee on a Budget, This top is very versatile you can do a lot with it. Like I said in that post, on the hanger it would have looked great on Margaret aged 80, but do a few things here and there and it looks less like hello the 1600s and more like Hello wireless, Sometimes when I look at the top I get the: I went-to Thailand-to-figure-myself-out-and-now-I- am-going-to-be-less-terrible-for-like-a-week vibes, just radiating off it. I guess that's just me, maybe I am unconsciously telling myself something (oof). Also since the top kinda vaguely resembles table cloth as a friend so kindly put it, it is probably no surprise I found at a Charity shop(Keech Cottage)  for a pound. So guys utilise your nearby charity shops. It is usually for a good cause and thrift shopping is now "cool" so you may as well.























As you can see in the lower picture it can also be worn with Clout Goggles so that's nice. Where is my clout you ask? Well I don't have any, but a girl can dream. Most importantly they help you check the queue for the ice cream line without anyone seeing, so it doesn't look oddly suspicious when you suddenly get up and make a beeline for the cart(okay that was very specific, make of that what you wish). Anyway back on track. You can literally find them in Primark for 2 quid. So you can save monies and look fly



Okay so the next fit is called  I am cold Blooded and need the sun baby

Again not great at naming things, but this is a fun sunny look. This is actually a very beachy look or a look for a fun summer day in the park eating ice lollies, or sipping on pink lemonade, pulling your sunglasses down ever so slightly so you can peer over them. Or maybe wear this fit when you're on a road trip, whilst in the car, you're sticking your head out the mini camper feeling the breeze in your hair. This look makes me feel a lot









Look at my happy tum. I was a little bloated not going to lie. I would say sorry but that's just what happens to people sometimes. As you can see I am wearing a lovely yellow top, which I bought on my Maccies day trip with the rest of the staff so I wouldn't get wet. It was like £5 from Primark and super comfortable actually. I am sorry there isn't much to say I just love this








Okay dokie here is the last look Green with Envy

This look can be dressed up with a clutch purse and a pair of gold sandal heels or dressed down with a pair of nice wine coloured lofars or platforms, for a walk down Camden, whatever suits you. I just love the top and I feel overall wicked in this. Why? Well I am glad you asked I just love silk tops

I just love it! It looks so expensive and retro, this top can look very...yucky when just sitting there..! I was really gambling when I paid 50p for it at another charity shop and then thought I had lost when I discarded it in my wardrobe for two years, but tie it up into a crop top and all of sudden you're applying lipgloss and paring it with your famous red leather beret ready to fight somebody. Everyone knows how nice tied up silk shirts look.


Well here are my looks. This post felt quite new, I haven't really sat down and done a fashion post in a while. They almost always happen spontaneously but here you are, the best things in life are spontaneous. Thaats a wrap. Thank so much for reading and tell me what you think!

Adios 

Emmy xx
Sunday, 10 March 2019

Slicked and Snatched?

Slicked and Snatched?
Sunday, 10 March 2019
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I really like pleated skirts



I am black.

There is really no changing that, I am black no matter what I do. Being black is part of me. I listen to Trap music, but also would kill to see Twenty One Pilots. I love Beyonce, but I also love BTS. I like slicked edges, but I also rather not do it all the time. I like Afrobeats but can't dance.  There is an interesting perception of what it means to be a black girl in 2019. I am going to be the first to admit that time has moved on since the civil rights movement, but there is something that still hangs over me like a plague. I am black, but I am not black in the correct way. What does that mean? When you log on to Instagram or Twitter and look at the big black influencers  I notice I don't fit in. That's not my fault and it most certainly is not their fault, but media has managed to pedal out an image that every black girl seems to have in the back of their mind. The image of the Insta baddie sometimes referred to as "bad bitches"
I of course hardly fit that image, but that can be hard to come to terms with particularly when media insists that's what successful black girls are and that's how we are all meant to be.

This was my first fashion post at 16
I like things such as anime and Kpop and  I also enjoy rock music. When I was in high school and sixth from everyone would say I dress very much like well Emmanuela, my style was very unique to me. Someone once compared me to the girl in the movie Me Before You, which till this day is very confusing because I can't decide if it's a compliment or an insult (I took it as an insult). I noticed that wasn't what was expected of me as a black girl when people from my community started making comments about the way I dressed. Sometimes I was called a clown and was very used to black girls sniggering as I walked past which caused me to become embarrassed. I tried to tone down everything about myself down and instead tried to become the hardcore Azonto warrior type girl who was sexy and cool and everything those insta baddies were. Of course, I may have lost you there at sexy because I am a lot of things but I sure as hell ain't sexy. I didn't even like being that girl, it felt even less comfortable. I felt frustrated that some black girls and boys were willing to look down on me because I didn't fit in with the "archetype". I wondered what exactly girls like me were called. I was often told I acted "white" or I was trying to be someone I was not when in fact the person I was supposed to be wasn't me. I wasn't slicked and snatched and that should have been okay. I eventually found the term for girls like me on Twitter. It was "The Alternative Black girls"

I hated it.

What was that supposed to mean? I thought it made us sound like the other. Like there was a line between us and them.  I was already going through an identity crisis, so this made it worse. I wasn't even extreme enough to even be considered an "Alternative black girl" and that was simply because there were aspects of me that coincided with the Slicked and Snatched black girl so who was I? I had no idea
This look was for one of my other blogposts
Bad and Boujee on a budget

 This had implications for me as a blogger and as someone who was and still is trying to fight for my corner of the internet. A lot of black influencers are bad and boujee and it seems companies, brands and opportunities pass up black girls who don't fit the formula. It seems we aren't valid as black girls when we don't confine ourselves to one image which is very 2-dimensional considering race should certainly not define us. Let's be honest based on my style and demeanour PrettyLittleThing isn't sponsoring me anytime soon, so I am fighting to be noticed as a girl with interests in fashion rather another insta baddie and that can be so difficult for black girls when the formula is already laid out for us.  Black girls are people who are multifaceted, we are all different and we should be allowed to express ourselves, without discrimination or fitting criteria. The media should allow all types of black girls to flourish whether they are
This was my favourite picture of myself for along time. I was very proud of this picture
snatched or not. Is there are anything wrong bad boujee black girls? No way! It's just it's not realistic for everyone

So I am going to use my little page to say it's okay if you are black and can not stand Trap but enjoy House and EDM, it's okay to be black and  hate body cons, it's okay to be black and not constantly slick your edges and it's okay to be black and not be thicc with two Cs. It's okay to be yourself. Black girl magic is inclusive.

This post was very personal to me because I didn't really know where I belonged as a child and my teen years. I experimented with many styles whilst feeling pressured to just conform to one group. I won't say I am that unique so can you imagine what others face, but like I said I don't have one aesthetic I sort of float in and out
























another picture I loved for the longest time




As you can see I went through many looks many stages and looking back now I loved all of them. So be as unique as you're comfortable and enjoy everything you do.

Bye for now

Emmy xx
Friday, 8 February 2019

Make UP! Not price UP

Make UP! Not price UP
Friday, 8 February 2019
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Everyone knows I am a cake face. You heard me! My face consists of two eggs, 100grams of flour, 50 grams of Butter some milk and sugar; preheat oven at 200 degrees. I am a certified cake face and I know it. I like makeup and if it weren't for a tiny bit of self-growth I had recently I would wear that shit to bed. I love makeup and I am not going to lie to you it is unrequited love.
So if anyone has seen me in 2016 I would like to say we've come a long way. Thanks for the haters for not actually being haters and reasonably pointing out that using a blunt gold eye pencil on your waterline with flaky ass foundation is not a look, it is a disaster waiting to happen.

Do you know what I also like? Not being broke. Good for you if you can afford Nars, Huda Beauty and Estee Lauder because sis I could never. However just because we can't afford it does not mean we gonna look like dust! So I am going to try to help you get that affordable makeup look for those with lighter pockets.


So I know you've heard if NYX's Can's stop Won't stop foundations. I just know! Everyone and their great Aunt Sarah have been raving about it. When I brought it, I brought because it was there at my local Boots and well I am always by the NYX display so I brought it to change it up a little, not realising until after I had brought it, how much the internet was preaching about the messiah of drug store foundations.  I have combination skin and I have excessive, angry and intimidating acne scars that can send any foundation running for the hills. Yet NYX claimed to be full coverage, 24 hours AND waterproof. I screwed my face up and kinda went yeah right. No foundation has ever been able to conquer my face.
 Well, am I glad to say it does the trick ladies and gentlemen! Of course, after a couple of hours, the t-zone has a shine-bright-like-a-diamondesque look, but I managed to more or less combat it with translucent powder. It doesn't separate around the mouth like it used to, Hallelujah!

It's a bit more pricey than normal drugstore foundations at £15.00 BUT it does the job and you only need like one and a bit pumps so I don't want to hear any whining okay? NEXT!



So I am very dumb and I brought white powder,  for my dark ass skin. Got me looking like I am sniffing coke, but it's the bomb, but in a very small amount because damn it will get your foundation cracking lackin'. However, this means this little tub will last me till my next my life. The Finish & Bake will not finish your bank account at a wholesome price of £5.00


So here's the juice. You need this palette. Don't argue about this. You need it. It is vital to your daily living. Like look at the colours, the beautiful mattes, the titillating shimmers and you're trying to tell ME you don't need it! Oh, honey don't be silly.  The I Heart Revolution chocolate palette line is so cute and yummy! The one in the picture is the orange one. Like guyssss loooookkkkk how pretty it all is and yours for £8.99. It's such a bargain because it is so pigmented and long lasting forget Morphe Revolution is the captain now!


So here we the £24 Urban Decay setting spray. She is an elegant bih, dark and seductive but boujee as hell. Lives in a penthouse overlooking the beach, probably insta famous. Then we have Maybelline's 24-hour setting spray who is a soft girl, wears muddy Reeboks and slogan tees, and cries when yelled at.  That's just the bottle, my g they both do the exact same thing! One is £24 looking down at the peasants and the other sits in Superdrug minding it's damn business and costs £6.99 so like???? I used to use the revolution one but not gonna lie that sis is overhyped like when I use it I look like a greasy newspaper that chips were sitting in after like 2 hours so it's a no from me.  So ANYWAY buy the Maybelline 24 hour setting spray for £6.99 and stop playing!!




I don't have lashes. The end. No seriously when god was giving everyone lashes he looked at me and said: "Ew not you", so mascara makes it looks less like I voluntarily pulled out my lashes (yikes!). I LOOOOOVVEEE this mascara because omg I look like I am wearing falsies when applied correctly. Avon is the PLUG!!!! Especially the mark collection. The Mark Big and Style Volume Mascara is now like £4.00 on sale!! (so run forget me)


Your sis don't have no eyebrows either. Like seriously what happened?? After searching the kingdom high and low, I finally found the one! You know with elf its like lowkey, high key. I always hear about this little company but I am not really listening. Well I should because the brow pencil is a good bih, she simple, she gentle and she loving. My brow game can now step the fuck up, Kyle can't even relate. Can you imagine The instant lift eyebrow pencil is £3.00!  Exactly me too!

The next gem is their mineral infused primer. I honestly brought by accident I was actually looking for the pore concealer one, but I am dumb and never read labels yet I still went home with the right one. This is what you call a happy accident, not your 2-month-old son Janet (no seriously congratulations on your babies I am just shallow). This primer made my skin soft, embraced my foundation, campaigned for black rights and solved world hunger. This is itttttttttt! It's so good, there is minimal creasing and my foundation doesn't break and it's not too moist (ew, hate that word).  the primer is £7.50 which is actually aight so yeah. 10/10 from me


So that's all for me, these bargains are amazing and I think it should come up to around 20-25£ I don't know, I don't feel like doing the math, but it's much cheaper than other options. Just saying nothing was gifted nor was I sponsored. Brought everything with my own coins so don't hop on me. If you do want to sponsor me yesss, please! I am running out of concealer lol

Bye for now, your good sis

Emmy xx
Saturday, 2 February 2019

A virtual photo book: Barcelona & Me

A virtual photo book: Barcelona & Me
Saturday, 2 February 2019
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Everyone knows I went to Barcelona late last year/early this year. My Instagram theme has been bursting with rustic Spanish street aesthetics, but I haven't been able to find a way to compile into a blog post because the post would have essentially have been me going: "Here look at the pretty pictures that I took!" and that would have been it...I mean this post is still technically just that, but this time I have found a vague structure so it feels less like I wasted your time!

I am sorry I am doing my best...

Thanks, Yossy and Dalal for your inspiration! Their work is beautiful so I don't think my post will do them justice so just click on their links and forget about my post (I am JOKING! please read my post, but then go check them out too)

Okay Okay let's jump into the post


First Barcelona Aesthetic- La Sagrada Familia
Outfit: It was Chic in the 1990s
 










 Dear Journal, The sun is golden here, like drops of liquid gold falling from the heavens, it is as if God himself recognises this as his holy place. A cathedral is made in his honour, parts of the holy building is built as unique as the people he created. The modern world persists in the shadow of the creation... The smell of something sweet drifts in the air, as a man hails in Spanish, not the end of times, but that his Xurreos are 5 Euros per portion. Old buildings to the south watch tourists, holding secrets of the past but immersed in the present...

Second  Barcelona Aesthetic- Art Museum (Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya)
Outfit: "This is our Second Date"


Dear Journal, what is art? What defines art? Is it the flaws and victories of humanity paving the path towards something grander? Or is it our ascension into time? Whatever it is, it is all here guarded by bricks and mortar. The art is in a castle in the sky because the creation of humanity is valued more to us than time.
































Third Aesthetic- Barcelona Beach
outfit: A-hoy! My billowing pants



Dear Journal, I did not intend to match the sea's icy blue nor did I mean to imitate the sands rusty brown. I almost felt like a walking metaphor. The sea can be beautiful and calm, but also dangerous and destructive, it can give and take away. What does that mean for me?  I think about that as I mark the sand with my footsteps, the sound of steady waves provide a soothing backing track for my thoughts.
I don't know really know who I  am..







I think that is all for now Dear Journal. I will meet you somewhere...maybe on another adventure 

Emmy xx




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