Showing posts with label mylook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mylook. Show all posts
Friday, October 8, 2021

Reframing the mindset

Wearing: Bastet Noir 


I remember being as little as 7 years old, and my aunt would wake me up at the butt crack of dawn to try on new outfits for school as she had a small boutique at the time and always brought home a big bag of clothes that might look good on me. At the time, I was not very pleased with her waking me up at 6:30 AM to play dress up, but deep down it always stuck with me that clothing should be of abundance, and looking presentable is how it should always be. I was always the girl in head-to-toe pink, blinged-out denim jackets, and dare-I-say scandalous little two-piece sets (the latter was only worn on special occasions, not to school obviously haha). What I'm getting at here is that clothing, more specifically the acquiring of new clothing, was engraved into my mindset as something that I needed in order to present myself as the best version I can be. 
Tuesday, February 23, 2021

A Personal History of Pink


When it comes to dressing for the winter season, my whole mantra is "Wear color to brighten up your day" and even though I too sometimes want to just blend into the crowd and disappear with the gray, most of the time I'll be the girl with a bright yellow hat on, or, in this case, in a full-on pink outfit.  

So, in honor of pink, let's go through a brief overview of my history with this color because we go waaay back. I think every single girl to ever exist on the planet has been adorned with everything pink since coming out of the womb. Pink baby clothes, pink toys, pink room, pink everything. Although I think (or, should I say, hope) people are over pairing specific genders with specific colors, as in pink is for girls and blue is for boys, at this point, it's pretty clear that it's mostly associated with being a girl. And I feel like that's why every girl has gone through a phase where she "hates pink", and honestly, I can't blame us. Pink is associated with femininity and fragility, and there are only so many stereotypical comments one can take before fully refusing to wear this cliché-ridden color. 
Sunday, November 29, 2020

Casual Magic


Hey there. It's been a while, hasn't it? And where do I even begin? I could go on about how I've spent this year, how much it sucks, and how angry I am, and sad and hopeful at the same time, but what would be the point? Plus, I already have two posts that stayed in my drafts that have just word vomit in them about my personal frustrations and thoughts on this situation, that consequently stayed unpublished because it just felt untrue to what I want to put out. Although I love to sprinkle positivity as much as I can in this Internet world, I think we deserve some realism as well - but what I had written so far this year was just either me lying to myself about how I've made the best of the situation, or just straight up despair and taking everything at face value. So, in true Libra fashion, I am now just caught up in my head trying to create the perfect balance between realism and positivity in 2020, and how I saw this year in retrospect. 

I've been watching a lot of YouTube (no shame here, I see it as watching a TV show or a movie), and I've really been enjoying the content of UnJadedJade and her concept of casual magic. She explains it as "not there to desensitize us of the struggle we go through on a day to day basis, not to be seen as "toxic positivity", but instead to ask yourself, what tiny thing that doesn't need to be grand can you be grateful for?" which in my opinion is the perfect way to look back on this year, and think a bit deeper about the mundane moments we don't give a second thought to. I've touched on the topic of "appreciating the small moments" before on this blog and rambled on about how I've changed my POV, etc. and I'll be the first to admit that it comes and goes in waves, more absent than not. It's hard to stay positive and content when the whole world is crumbling before your eyes and to say that you're happy might even come off as a tad insensitive. However, when I catch myself truly enjoying a moment, and that little voice appears in the back of my mind that says "No, no, how dare you to forget about how scary it is to live in this world right now", it's like a little split-second dialogue appears out of nowhere between me and my subconscious where I fight hard to snap back and say "I'm not forgetting, just choosing to look at the world in a different way just for a moment and remember that there's hope." 
Sunday, February 2, 2020

My Style Journey: 2012-2020



One cold January night, while I was trying to prepare for a seriously demanding exam but was in fact just scrolling through my Instagram profile, I started to notice the way I was dressing. As I got deeper and deeper into the horrible 2016 and under period, I realized that my style has drastically changed and I haven't really given it much notice. And then I remembered that I have a whole time capsule right here, specifically dedicated to fashion (and not the horrible flatlays I was trying so hard to make) and thought "Hmm, what if I went through my blog and did a little style overview?" And that is exactly what I am serving today, on a silver platter, to you all! Enjoy my cringy evolution starting from the beginning of my blog, 2012, up until today!

Saturday, January 4, 2020

5 things I learned in 2019


Happy New Year!

Firstly, I want to wish everyone the absolute best this year, I hope you had or will have peaceful holidays (no time nor energy for nosy aunts and uncles), and I hope you all accomplish great things!

Instead of making a list of things I wish to achieve in 2020 (that I most probably won't because the social pressure of having resolutions for 2020 is just too much to handle since everyone is hyping it up, ya know new decade and stuff) I decided to pay homage to 2019 and acknowledge the 5 things I learned during one of the best years of my life. Yeah, I know, unpopular opinion - 2019 didn't suck for me personally. I hope that statement doesn't jinx 2020 for me though. And on this positive note (to be read with a sarcastic tone), I leave you off with a list that just might inspire you for this year!

Photos: Angela Petrovska

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

It's About Time


Photos: Angela Petrovska

2019 is with one foot out of the door, and I've barely posted anything else other than playlists this whole year. And I am truly so, so, soo sorry about that. The truth is, I've just been feeling extremely uninspired when it came to topics that I would like to cover on the blog. In the past, I used my blog as my main source of open creativity. I look at Instagram as a way to further promote what I loved doing here.

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Sorolla | A Life Update


The situation: It's 2.14 AM, I just downed a Latte Espresso from the supermarket in hopes it would keep me awake enough to study, Mura Masa is playing in the background. I've had a really unproductive day which in my opinion is a wasted day. This is something I came to realize during my stay here (I'm still in Madrid for those who have no idea what the heck is going on haha). Before, if I spent my day just chilling, watching a tv show or something similar, I'd just brush it off as "Oh it's just one of those days". Now, I feel like a proper failure if I don't do something productive, or at least try to. So, that's why I'm here today, in hopes to clear my conscience of both not being active on the blog and not doing anything worth while today. Between trying to figure out what my life is right now and writing essay after essay, I haven't had much free time to dedicate to this blog, and I'm sad it came to this point. I've missed it, truly.


 Generalife, Granada by Sorolla

In hopes of not sounding too cliche I'll try to sum up my experience here so far with a metaphor. Yes, I'm using a metaphor and no, it's not because I've been studying mostly about Shakespeare's works for the past three months (okay, maybe a little bit).

This is Museo Sorolla. More precisely, this is the home and studio of Joaquín Sorolla, famed Spanish Impressionism painter. (Fun fact, his daughter was named Elena, which is actually not that fun now that I say it, but for me, it's like a sign haha). He created this place for it to be his personal oasis, his escape from the city and his sanctuary. He was a passionate traveller, he adored the seaside and would often go there with his family and would carry on to paint some of his most famous works inspired by these sights. He loved the south, therefore his house really does feel as if you are in an Andalusian patio. His works to me are like a photo, he captures movement and temporary moments in such a manner that makes you think that he was a photographer rather than a painter. He adored portraits, mostly painting his beloved family.





This place was one of the first things I discovered before coming to Madrid when I still wasn't sure if I would come here at all. I imagined myself sitting here, with my diary in my hand, enjoying the peace and quiet. I kept telling myself, "Oh come on, stop daydreaming about something that might not happen, you'll just hype yourself up and get let down, once again." Fast forward, if I could somehow transfer the feeling when I was actually in the garden, with my diary, writing, while the birds were chirping and the water fountain beside me was making the loveliest white noise, I would. This place became my sanctuary too. I wanted to be there forever, to never face the reality of not calling Madrid my home. I never thought I'd be able to enjoy my time somewhere with such immense passion and hope for it to last forever. And I know that might sound a bit too over the top, but I really thought I'd have a harder time adapting to this new situation, not to mention the fact that I was doing so many things on my own for the first time in my life. And I feel so grateful that I can say that I did that. If I could bring my family and closest friends here too, I'd do it in a heartbeat because I know they would love it as much as I do.  


I became independent here. I came to the conclusion that cooking relaxes me, that I love just walking around on my own, without headphones on, or just sitting in a cafe with a book. I also discovered a great passion. Much like Sorolla, I love taking portraits with my analogue camera, and capturing moments that tell a story. I did so many things that took me out of my shell, that made me more confident and believe that I have something to offer to the world. I never saw myself as an outgoing person, but I kept proving myself wrong with every passing day. And most importantly, I realized that it's not bad that I'm praising myself for a job well done, for moving forward instead of being at a standstill and acknowledging that. I need more, I want more. And if you too feel like this, and people around you are telling you that "you're changing", don't take it as an insult. For me, that's the greatest compliment a person can receive.

Women Walking on the Beach (1909)




 Sewing the Sail (1896)


 Bathtime (1909)

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

New beginnings


If you were to ask 16-year-old Elena where she sees herself in 5 years time, she would definitely not say studying in Madrid, completely on her own. When I think about it if you were to tell me that even a year ago, I wouldn't have believed you. Although I'm here for 5 months, this time of my life presents a huge challenge, something unimaginable. But, I'm here. And I'm making it work. Every day brings a different challenge and every day I do something new for the first time. And I'm very aware of it because I know that the first time is the hardest, but also the most interesting. 

Photos: Irina Krstevska

Да ја прашавте 16-годишна Елена каде се гледа за 5 години, дефинитивно немаше да ви каже дека студира во Мадрид, тотално сама. Кога ќе подразмислам, да ми го кажевте ова и пред една година, не верувам дека ќе ви поверував. Иако сум тука на 5 месеци, за мене ова претставува огромен предизвик, нешто незамисливо. Но, тука сум. Успевам. Секој ден ми носи различен предизвик, и секој ден правам нешто ново за првпат. И многу сум свесна за тоа, бидејќи знам дека првиот пат е секогаш најтешкиот, но исто така и најинтересниот.

Фотографии: Ирина Крстевска


Thursday, December 20, 2018

A few of my favourite things in 2018


Hello!
So, 2018 is about to be over, which has led me to do some self-reflecting.
2018 was the most challenging year I've had, ever. I struggled, and I overcame. I tried, and I failed. Oh, how I failed. But, sometimes, I also succeeded, and these little victories have mapped out 2019 for me. From the lowest points came my personal highest, from sadness came growth and from happiness came courage. And with everything I just said being so damn vague, I'll continue to some very specific things. I'm sharing everything I've been loving in 2018, from perfumes to music. So keep on reading if you're interested!
Photos: Angela Petrovska

Здраво!
Епа, 2018та само што не завршила, и тоа ме натера да подразмислам каква ми беше оваа година.
2018 за мене беше најпредизвикувачката година до сега. Се борев и победував. Се обидував и не успевав. И тоа ептен не успевав. Но, понекогаш, имав и мали победи, и баш тие ми ја предодредија 2019та. Од најниските моменти ги добив моите лично најдобри, од тага дојде развој и од среќа дојде храброст. И бидејќи се' што најбројав до сега е прилично апстрактно и нејасно, ќе преминам на работите што се многу јасни и конкретни. Денес ги споделувам моите најомилените работи од цела 2018та година, па доколку ве интересира продолжете да читате!
Фотографии: Ангела Петровска

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Let's talk about the A word



Disclaimer: I am not a professional, nor do I consider myself as highly knowledgeable on the topic of mental disorders. What I'm writing about is solely out of personal experience, and what I've witnessed and read about.

Imagine this: You’re at a party, the music’s loud, it’s crowded and everybody is dancing and just having fun. Everything is fine. Actually, the whole situation is more than fine. You’re trying to fit in, you finally decided to leave the comfort of your room and actually go out and have fun like everybody else. But, something just doesn’t feel right, or better said, you think that something doesn’t feel right. Your brain goes into overdrive, you start regretting your decision to go out, your heartbeat starts to race and your palms start to sweat. It’s crowded so maybe that’s why your breathing starts to get heavy, you struggle to catch a breath. So you decide to go outside and while you try to reach the exit you start feeling nauseous. All these emotions and feelings blur your vision, and you have just one goal set in mind – get outside. You finally do, you breathe in deeply and exhale, multiple times. Once you get your thoughts together and stop feeling like you’re about to throw up, the guilt kicks in. Why do I feel like this? Why can’t I just go out and have fun like a normal human being? Why do I have to make a scene out of nothing? My friends are now worried, but I’m not their responsibility, and I don't want them to think of me like that. You start to wonder why you put yourself in these situations when you know it could be either this or nothing at all, but why risk it? But is that the point of living, to not risk it? To live wondering whether you’ve been missing out your whole life?



Everyone can feel anxious, whether that's before taking a test or when you're put in an uncomfortable situation. When those anxious feelings start to overtake your day, start to become an obstacle in doing everyday tasks, that's when anxiety becomes a mental disorder.

Today, It seems that having anxiety is considered "trendy" and everyone "has a panic attack" over every minor inconvenience when there are people out there that seriously suffer from this mental disorder but are being ignored or not taken seriously. Personally, I've said that I've felt anxious in certain situations, as we all have, but I've never claimed to suffer from anxiety because I've not seen a professional doctor who has diagnosed me of such a serious mental disorder. And the reality is, a large number of the people who use that term don't know for sure too. I'm not claiming that people who experience real anxiety disorders, but are not diagnosed, don't have them. The reality is people are either scared, or they think that it's not important and it can be fixed on its own. So people stay silent, and this includes me too. 

P.S. I highly encourage you to read Donna October's post on mental health and her struggles, it resonated with me and gave me the courage to share my side of the story, although I wasn't planning on making this post so...personal.


I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I started to feel anxious. I remember I was in high school, maybe 15,16, and I watched a youtube video about mental health, and the topic was anxiety. It explained it so well that it made me fascinated that the thing I thought was just nervousness could actually be something bigger, and scarier. When someone says they have a mental disorder, people have the assumption that that person's crazy. At least that's what I thought up until that point.

Fast forward to a party, summer 2016. My friends and I were having fun, dancing at our table, and a couple of guys came over and started to make small talk with us. For some reason, when they approached us, a rush of heat went through my body and I immediately felt my heart start racing and I felt out of breath. Some of you may be thinking "Oh, that's because you liked them." Wrong. I didn't know what to do, so I just removed myself out of the situation. Without saying a word I went outside and tried to calm myself down. My friend called me and asked what was wrong, and all I said was "No, nothing wrong, I'm fine." I clearly wasn't. That feeling became engraved in my mind, I think I'll never forget it. It was my first panic attack, or at least that's what I think it was.

Life went on, and this feeling started to resurface at the strangest of times. One time I was laying in bed, and I was thinking about all of the things I had to do that day (as we all do). On that particular day, I had a handful of personally challenging tasks to do and I let my mind go into overdrive. I began panicking about how I can't do anything, how I'm a failure for not having the guts to do basic everyday things, I was basically overthinking about overthinking. And then that awful feeling came creeping up. I was in awe, how can I make myself panic over something so simple?

Today, I have a vague idea of the situations that make me feel the most anxious. Like parties. But not every single one, which is the part that makes this whole thing a bit more difficult. I guess that's why these photos are meant to represent a party, the place that makes me feel uneasy and full of uncertainty about what's going to happen next.

It's important to respect the fact that certain situations make some people uncomfortable, even when you don't fully understand why they start shutting down. If you don't understand it, read about it, educate yourself about it. Mental health concerns everybody, whether you're diagnosed with a disorder or not - it's our duty to be aware of this growing subject.
It's not stupid to ask if you don't know something.
But it is stupid and ignorant to say to a person who has a mental disorder to "Just get over it", or to mock them. Think about what you're going to say before it comes out of your mouth, sometimes words speak louder than actions.



Triggers. Everybody has them, therefore, they’re different for everyone. For me, sometimes it’s the situations. Other times it’s the people. It sucks when it’s the people because that doesn’t necessarily mean I dislike them. And this doesn’t have anything to do with social anxiety and feeling uncomfortable around new people. I could know the person and be very fond of them, but something in my brain has connected them to a “fight or flight” mindset. I always try to choose “fight”, even when it physically pains me. And if I choose “flight” I think of myself as a failure, so at the end of the day, it’s a lose-lose situation. That is why I’ve chosen to think it’s better for me to distance myself from those people, to avoid getting stuck in this vicious cycle of not knowing if I’m going to panic or if I’ll be just fine. And that sucks, big time.


Coping mechanisms. They come hand in hand with our triggers. I find this quite fascinating because as humans, evolution has allowed us to find ways to deal with every type of stress our body is put under. How we choose to act upon this enormous stress we're dealing with is up to us. We have full control over how we choose to do it. And this is the part I find interesting. Up to this point, I've let those anxious feelings take over my sanity, to play with my emotions and physical health. But when I actively choose to start taking matters into my own hands, and I say to myself "Snap out of it! Just breathe!", that's when I know I'm in control now.

Everybody has different ways of coping. Some take deep breaths, some need to be alone in silence and others use calming music. It's all about finding what works for you best. Yes, it sucks that it's based on trial and error, but don't get yourself down because what isn't in life?


Next time you leave the party, don't be discouraged. Go again, and again, and again. Don't let anxiety stop you from doing what you want.
If what you want is to go out and dance - do it.
If what you want is to stay home and watch movies - do it.
If what you want is to push yourself to do something knowing it might end up with a panic attack - do it. It might not this time.
This is what gives me hope every time I try to do something all over again - "It might not this time."


Monday, November 5, 2018

Saudade



You know that feeling when you return to a place you haven't visited in so many years, and it looks exactly like you left it?
This is that place for me. When I dig deep in the overflowing treasure chest called memories, I see myself, aged around 6 or 7, going up to the open fields of Gazi Baba to play with my friends or to go on afternoon walks with my grandmother.

Everything seemed so much bigger then. And more adventurous. I remember I was scared to go alone, actually scratch that - I was TERRIFIED because at night the hill looked straight out of a horror movie. The older kids would make up stories about monsters coming down from the forests if we played outside until the late hours, which I now realise was a great way to get rid of the annoying little children that we were.

Now, aged 21, I'm no longer scared of the monsters from the forest. I see the openness in front of me and I sigh. There's a word in Portuguese called "saudade" which I came to learn was one of the most discussed words in the language. There's no official translation for it, but what it essentially represents is a feeling of melancholic longing or yearning. Yearning towards something you had or you'll never have. How beautiful and sad at the same time. I'll always have the memories of this place, but I'll never feel the freedom of running down the field without a care in the world, nor take an afternoon walk with my grandmother again. I guess that's just life's way of making room for new, equally as happy memories to be created.

Photos: Jane Nikoloski

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Body Positivity & Dealing with Comparison


Photos: Angela Petrovska 

Written 9/03/2018:

As a female, I constantly hear criticism. I'm compared to other girls on the daily, even when it's not pointed directly at me. "So and so is so hot, she's got perfect curves" is something I've heard a handful of times from guys around me, which obviously makes me think about how I'll never look even remotely close to that previously mentioned girl. It's only human to compare, it's in our nature, our way of thinking. Even though I like to think that I've accepted myself for who I am, I still can't shake that feeling of not looking good enough, or not being good enough.
This is what made me think about the following statement: Why is it that we allow our self-image to be dictated by society? With crappy comments that only objectify women and end up turning us against each other.
Instead of praising a girl for what she looks like, and loving her imperfections - we allow negativity to overtake our minds and make everything a competition.
As I type this I realize I'm touching a sensitive subject, one that makes me tear up. Because I'm writing this from my personal point of view, I can only speak for myself - but I know that other women feel this way too. We'll never look perfect because even when we try to achieve perfection we realize that it's not worth it. At the end of the day, others will continue to compare you, even when you've stopped caring a long time ago.

Monday, September 3, 2018

September notes



Dear September,

I'm writing this at the risk of sounding like a totally cliche Tumblr post, so I'm not going to ask for things from you. Instead, I want everything to stay the same as before, leaving room only for improvement, because even though sometimes we feel like we're at a standing still in some part of our life, we're actually moving forward without even noticing it. I don't need you to be magical, I don't need for life-changing things to happen just for the sake of it. What I do need is to let myself breathe, and not want more just because time's slipping away. There is time, a lot of time. So go out and dance, or stay home and have a movie night with yourself, whatever your heart desires. 
And what better way to start the month with a positive mood, than taking inspiration from this Lindsay Lohan living her best life in Mykonos meme, because why not. 

Photos: Jane Nikoloski
Wearing: Zaful.com JUMPSUIT & NECKLACE (Use code " ZFjaned4" for  $3 off $25; $6 off $50; $12 off $100)
Sunday, July 15, 2018

Dress Code: Not fancy enough



Time for a short fashion dilemma storytime with Elena. 
Whenever I get the opportunity to attend a fancy event, in this case, Lancome's Declaring Happiness event, I switch into "extreme panic because I don't own anything nice" mode. This information proposes two opinions:
1. Why don't you own anything nice Elena, you're a 20-year-old self-declared fashion blogger ffs... 
2. Nobody cares?!?
Well, you might be right about the second one, but I'm here today to defend my "not fancy enough" closet and why I punch myself in the face (metaphorically) every time it's literally 10 minutes before I leave the door and I still don't know what to wear. 
Allow me to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Elena and 95% of my closet is casual wear because 95% of my activities require me to lead a casual lifestyle...Or so I thought. When I arrive at *insert any casual type of gathering here* I sometimes get the "Why are you so dressed up?" comment which doesn't make sense to me, since, I'm not dressed up! I gracefully try to defend myself from these absurd accusations (catch my sarcasm), but I still don't understand why people would think I'm dressed up when I clearly thought and aimed to dress casually. And now I've come to the conclusion - These little series of moments are the reason why I don't own anything nice. I'd led to think that I can dress fancy with the clothing I already own, when in fact it's not even close to fancy. Sooo that means it's everyone else's fault, right? Well, sadly that's wrong because by now I should know better and I should probably buy myself something other than mom jeans and T-shirts. 
Monday, July 9, 2018

A penny for my thoughts


Current state of mind: tired, but happy; overwhelmed, but content. 
I'm sitting on the bed with my laptop in front of me, with my window open and a thunderstorm outside, listening to Bonobo. This situation, this collective set of moments happening right now, right here had me thinking: 
I'm beginning to find appreciation in the small things (or at least I'm genuinely trying to) which is something I haven't put a focus on for so long. I've always been an advocate for it, telling people that they don't appreciate enough, when in fact I've been avoiding my own advice. And what am I gaining from that? So, that's exactly what I will try harder to do this summer: whatever comes my way, whatever happens, bad or good, I will try to understand and accept and instead of disregard I'll try to find an aspect that deserves to be appreciated. So, you reading this, I'm giving you a challenge and asking you to find beauty in every little thing life offers you. 
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Dress: Shein.com (link HERE)
Thursday, June 21, 2018

Monthly Moments | June


"Градот убав пак ќе никне" беа дел од зборовите кои ми го означија детството. Ја имав таа среќа да пораснам во "старото Скопје", во време кое сега се чини толку далечно и непознато. Прошетките низ Центар претставуваа ретко задоволство, јас фатена под раче со мајка ми, спремна да го истражам ГТЦ кој тогаш беше преголем спореден со мојата минијатурна висина. Рутата беше секогаш иста: комплетно шетање на сите три спрата на ГТЦ, едно кругче на плоштад и како награда за крај - сладолед од чоколадо во Малага. Ми фали едноставноста на тоа време.
Сега, ГТЦ постои како потсетник на едно дамнешно време, место кое поради некоја причина секогаш е "уз пат". Затоа, кога прочитав за прекрасниот проект наречен "Градот убав" и идејата за користење на слободниот простор кој го нудат бетонските ѕидови на ГТЦ бев пресреќна што ова не-толку-мало местенце од моето детство ќе добие нов, уметнички дух.
20-те мурали и графити не разочараа, во секој од нив можеше да се забележи духот на Скопје, нешто што долго време фалеше во нашиот град.
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Носам: Shein.com Bardot Neck Bodysuit 
Фотографии: Ангела Петровска

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Metelkova


Soo, If you've been following me on Instagram you'd know that I visited my lovely friends in Ljubljana, Slovenia a few weeks back. I am currently writing and editing the photos from that trip (there's A LOT of material to go through, trust me) for a full-on travel post, but before that, I came up with the idea to give you guys a sneak peek of my Ljubljana adventure and share one of the coolest spots in town - Metelkova Street.
According to Google, Metelkova is an autonomous social and cultural centre, made up of seven buildings (former military barracks) that are now used as bars, shops, and clubs. During the day it's a tourist photo stop, but during the night, Metelkova is considered to be party central with different gigs and parties with music ranging from Techno to Jazz.
According to me, Metelkova is one of the coolest, most visually captivating neighborhoods I've ever seen. The whole feeling of Ljubljana changed when I entered this little district, and I found myself with my mouth open, not knowing where to look first. Art installations, murals, and mosaics overtook my view, and the sound of music playing on the radio in one of the barracks made the whole experience even better. 
Photos don't do this place justice, so If you're ever in Ljubljana give it a visit.
Photos: Marija Stojkovska & Elena Vasilevska
Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Anemoia


Have you ever looked at a photo from decades ago, only to imagine yourself belonging at that moment? Or listened to an old song and felt its resonant sound, as if you were supposed to be at that specific concert in 1969?
That feeling is one of the most interesting, yet so confusing things I have experienced. How can we long for something that we never had, that we don't have even the slightest clue about? I look back on photos from my parents from when they were my age and I think: Wow, their lives were so amazing back then. Everything was simpler - in the best way possible. To me, they had it all. Everything the world offers us today is more than sufficient, and I know I might sound undeserving of the privileges that we have today, but how can one not dream about appreciating the little things that now we don't even acknowledge. 
Maybe that's why people find things of the past so intriguing. I recently went to one of the most amazing vintage shops I've ever seen, filled with little requiems of the past. I touched broaches made 60 years ago, flicked through books with stained, yellow pages that have probably survived World War II. Surrounded by so much history, I felt wanderlust for a time I will never know about. 
Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Pumped Up Kicks


Not too long ago I had a short conversation with some university colleagues and I told them that I considered myself an introvert. And to that, I got the most interesting reply: "Why do you think that? I wouldn't put you as an introvert, I think you're super friendly and down to make conversation with everyone". At first, I was taken back by this comment because I've never thought of myself as anything else.

Sure, I was way shyer 4,5 years ago when I started high school and I've come out of my shell a lot since those days, but I'll never shake that feeling of being known as "the quiet one". This little exchange of opinions meant more to me than it would to a normal person, mainly because the colleague who said this has known me since recently. I think it makes more of an impact if you hear these comments from new people in your life because they don't know "the old you" and they get to know you without any past judgment or preconceived opinions. It's good to know you've grown up mentally, even if you don't realize it at first.

I told all of this to Jane and he just looked at me and said: "Well, an introvert wouldn't lay down in a skate park just for the sake of a photo, I'll tell you that." I guess he was right.

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Wearing: Shein.com Peach Sweatshirt & Patch Denim Jacket
Photos: Jane Nikoloski

Friday, March 23, 2018

Roll the Dice


"Roll the dice"
1. Literally, to roll dice, as for or in a game of chance.
2. By extension, to take some risk on the hope or chance of a fortunate outcome.
As I've never gambled in my life, and the closest to actually rolling a dice I've come to is when playing Monopoly, today I decided I'm going to talk about the idiomatic expression "roll the dice" and how often I've found myself (or not) in those kinds of situations.
When I thought about all of the times I've risked on something so far in my fairly uneventful life, I came to the conclusion that for me it's about expressing how I truly feel. I'm a very "straight to the point" kind of person, which has gotten me into some rather brash situations (and most of the time I regret it immediately) but at least I knew I had the guts to say what's on my mind. And that's how I'll continue to be, rolling the dice with every word that comes out of my mouth.
Other than that, I would say that I rolled the dice when I made this blog, not knowing what would ever come out of it. I rolled it when it came to choosing friends too, which always has positive and negative endings. With all of this being said, I know I should take more risks and try to be an "over-achiever" which is what I've been trying to do since the start of this year, but it's all about the baby steps. I would roll the dice for new experiences, new people, new outlooks on life.
What would you roll the dice for?
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Wearing: Romwe.com jacket
Photos: Jane Nikoloski