Freeze

If I can freeze time 

it would be those moments 

when you smiled so innocently 

and laughed uncontrollably 

I love you 

I love us

Love

In moments of chaos

recenter your mind 

and focus on love 

Love yourself 

Love your morning 

Love your cup of tea 

Love the song you're listening to 

Love that chat you had the other day 

Something is always worth loving 

and the chaos becomes less loud

Fash-ong

"Oh, I'm not into fashion"

I often find fashion being so often written off as 'shallow'. For some, fashion is too focused on appearances, too concerned with the surface. But if that’s the standard for critique, shouldn’t we question nearly all forms of art? Architecture is celebrated for its grandeur. Film is admired for its visual storytelling. Both are deeply tied to aesthetics and excess, yet they’re rarely dismissed as frivolous.

I believe, the difference often comes down to gender. Fashion has long been coded as feminine, and with that comes a long history of being undervalued, and therefore is perceived as less serious, less intellectual, less valid. Meanwhile, more “masculine” arts like architecture or industrial design are granted legitimacy and seriousness, even when they actually also revolve around spectacle, style, and surface.

But fashion, too, is art, when meaning is put into it. Like any creative medium, it has the power to tell stories, challenge norms, and express something deeper than just 'looking good.' A garment can carry history, politics, resistance, joy. It can be deeply personal or widely symbolic.

To reduce fashion to vanity is to overlook the intent, the craft, and the cultural dialogue happening through clothing every day. Yes, it exists on the surface, but its meaning goes far beneath. Fashion deserves to be seen for what it truly is: a powerful, expressive art form that reflects who we are and how we move through the world, through our bodies and what we choose to layer them with. It’s not just about what we wear. It is about what we say when we wear it. And that’s what makes it powerful.

Inward & Forward

Dear world,

Don’t we often find ourselves searching for happiness? We travel far, dig deep, and seek out external sources to provide it. But I’ve come to understand that we cannot truly find happiness within ourselves, if and only if, we measure it against the past. True happiness is found when we look inward, and forward.

So often, we strive to make our parents proud, to protect the legacy of our family name. And in doing so, our happiness becomes tied to approval. But approval is a distorted reality, a false promise. We will never feel like we are enough if we constantly chase validation. I now fully understand that to be truly happy, we must live for the little child inside us. Make that child proud. And live for your own children, in the hope that through everything you do, you inspire them, that you create a path of growth, and leave behind a world that is beautiful and worth inheriting.

Our purpose isn’t to honor the past with applause, but to craft a future worthy of our children’s pride.

So instead of seeking approval, seek to make an impact, big or small. On that journey, I promise you, happiness will find you.

Bling

With everything that had happened 

the dark clouds 

the heavy shoulders 

the cold presence 

the absent compassion 

the sinister lines 

the quiet dismissals 

the still faces 

My heart expanded 

with forgiveness 

and a path to move forward 

to accept what is 

to carry on with what has been 

to put away the what ifs

and focus on what's next 

I want to walk on a sunny day 

feeling light 

despite all of it 

because all of it 

has made me 

a diamond.

Good Luck!

I love my daughter's insane sense of humor. 

We went to an amusement park and were so excited to get on a particular rollercoaster. We queued up, and when it was finally our turn, the ride began and ended so quickly that we were like, "That's it!?", because it wasn’t thrilling at all. 

As we got off the ride, she waved at the crowd still waiting in line and shouted, "Good luck for nothing!"

Home

Living abroad transforms you. New experiences, new values, new expectations of connection, while perhaps, the others back home continue in their familiar rhythm. Sometimes, we may not know how to meet each other where each of us are anymore.

Why do we travel back home? Is it a sense of obligation? Longing? Hope? Guilt? Tradition? Most often, we return to places for the purpose of grounding. But what if it doesn't anymore? Maybe it isn't about the place after all. Maybe it's the people. Maybe it's simply where the hearts meet.

While life moves forward, the meaning of 'home' is something that we often forget to think about. Where is that home for you? Maybe, home is just yourself, in your own body, in your quiet, soaked in gratitude, patting yourself gently, nourishing your own soul with love - from you to you. 💖

Strange Encounters

I was at the airport, flying from London back to Lausanne, already in the boarding area. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to sit down. The whole area was packed, except for one empty seat I spotted. I rushed toward it, only to bump into another woman heading for the same spot. We looked at each other. Normally, my instinct would be to offer her the seat and be the bigger person. But instead, I said to her with a smile,

"Let's do rock-paper-scissors."

She stared at me with confusion, and surprisingly went for it.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

Two adults, playing a children's game in the middle of a crowded airport.

I lost.

We both laughed. She sat. I ended up standing next to her while waiting to board.

I'm pretty sure she'll remember this moment forever, because I know I will. It was pure, unexpected joy.

Kindness Always

The world is a better place 

because there remains a group of us 

who hold on to our belief 

that kindness is the only way 

through the ups and downs 

and ins and outs

of life that can be hard and miserable 

but also funny and glorious 

because when your eyes are kind 

and your heart is kind 

you see life with understanding 

and compassion and tolerance 

you brush off the small annoyances 

and say goodbye to big disturbances 

by simply saying 

"sorry, I don't wanna be here" 

then walk away with a smile and carry on

Feelings

What fuels your work? For me, it's my feelings. When I feel happy, I feel like celebrating by making something amazing. When I feel sad, I make something silly so it can cheer me up. When I feel lost, I let myself get lost in the creation of something new. When I feel angry, I channel my anger into something calming, which is again, work. I guess, my work is my sanctuary, my playground, my therapy. I love designing and making things, and everything just stems from whatever feeling is inside me at that moment.