it seemed that she, like me, was pulled in two directions, wanting to get on with life but also longing to capture the moment of perfection, savoring the ordinary but still honoring the ideal.

orhan pamuk, istanbul

la fromagerie, london

clothing buenos aires

lupeba.com.ar
nadine zlotogora
maria-cher.com.ar
chocolateargentina.com
vidamilano.com.ar

river cottage cookbook.

it was not, after all, opportunity but imagination that he lacked:
he had a mental palate which would never learn to distinguish between railway tea and nectar.

edith wharton, the house of mirth

robe and bathtub

slippers from toast