A virtual photo book: Barcelona & Me




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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