A sleepless night was spent following tweets on AirBnB’s #OneLessStranger campaign. Tired and insomniac as I was, I couldn’t help applauding the global movement to connect people across cultures, to eliminate the distance we keep with people we don’t intend to know. To be on the receiving end of a thoughtful deed from a stranger – it is a simple,Continue reading “[DIARY] ONE LESS STRANGER”
Highly recommended by the counter staff at Urban Outfitters, we decided to have lunch at Café Sommersko, just round the corner off the main street of Strøget. The lunch crowd had more or less dispersed by 3pm, which was the time our stomachs were growling as we trooped onto the café’s upper deck. Sommersko’s menuContinue reading “Café Sommersko, Copenhagen”
In the throes of deep winter, Copenhagen’s Nyhavn canal is frozen. I love you, pretty pretty snowflakes! xoxo, Viktoria Jean
My very own white Christmas at the Red Square in Moscow – a little bit of cultural walkabout in the wet cold! Somewhere within these walls, Lenin’s Mausoleum houses the embalmed body of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, founder of the Soviet Union. I love the reds, the space, the neons that light it up at night,Continue reading “Moscow’s Winter Wonderland”
Let it go , Let it go Can’t hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn my back and slam the door The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen The wind is howling likeContinue reading “Up here in the cold thin air I finally can breathe”
My friends amass all kinds of travel trinkets: keychains, fridge magnets, shot glasses, travel mugs, and even Starbucks tumblers with city names. I’ve recently started collecting snow globes, after months of making sure I take a polaroid in every city I travel to, until my 5-year-old White Instax-Mini 25 took its last breath in Perth.Continue reading “Watching Snowflakes Fall”
“There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talkContinue reading “whispers in the street”
Someone told me about Paris and its slums but I’d love to be there anyway.
HOT CHOCOLATES, WARM CLOTHES, CHRISTMAS!! (: Psychedelic lights, toasted marshmallows and sprinkled sugar. Let it snow, let it snow!