I've been wanting to do a Day in LA post for a long time now. A few days back, I landed by Prosp, a little antiques store on Beverly Boulevard. That's when I've decided to take my iPhone out and start shooting...

Анджелесе" уже достаточно долгое время, но, почему-то, мне до сих пор это не удавалось. Зато недавно, я оказалось у одного антикварного магазинчика в районе Беверли Бульвар. Именно в этот момент ко мне пришло вдохновение. Я вытащила айфон и начала снимать...

There comes a time in every girl's life, when she has to stop stuffing her face with junk food and focus on her body goals instead. Clearly, for me, summer was no such time. Now that it's September—and I've matured a lot since last month—I am more conscious of the fat I've stored for the upcoming winter, and the fact that winter in the Canaries is still bikini season. So I've decided that it's time to say no to candy shakes (just kidding—it never happaned)...

Do you know that feeling, that growing sense of desperation when you've just seen something you love disappear right before your eyes? You know, like when you've been working on something for several hours, but idiotically never pressed save, so your vengeful computer decided to crash on you to teach you a lesson? That kind of desperation...

Sometimes I ask myself, what kind of a person would I be, if I was able to take emotions out of the equation altogether. To be the kind of woman—a superwoman, if you like—with an on/off switch applicable to anything even remotely resembling that unattractive quality most men seem to find so confusing in its vulnerability. I probably wouldn't listen to music anymore. Wouldn't get lost in the fictionary towns printed on the pages of my childhood, or...

People are strange when you're a stranger—at least according to The Doors—but it's especially true for some of us living and writing so far away from home. I know from my own personal experience that life abroad, while exciting and unpredictable, can be tough when it comes to interracial relationships, work, and bilingual girl talk...

If June was moderately bearable weather-wise, there were no illusions left after July took over the scene. A never-ending brain fog and a dull headache thumping behind the eyelids, is what's in store for us for the upcoming months. If you have enough sense of mind and self-preservation, you'll be spending that time submerged in...

Those of you who know me, have it pretty clear: this girl is hardcore into photography, instagramming and writing an occasional blog post every once in a blue moon. But little of you knows about my little secret, my unadvertised pride, joy, and the reason why my back hurts more these days than it did before.

Whoever came up with the concept of showrooms must have been a genius, because there's nothing more fun than roaming the rooms of a beautiful hotel that is basically a landmark, all the while stumbling into brand handbags & accessories. If I actually went there to spend money, I'd be done by lunchtime (which is when I got there), but since it's mainly inspiration I was after, I managed to have a little fun without irreparably damaging my credit history.

I love Squarespace, I do. I've been using it for a couple of years now, and it's been a pleasure and a breeze. With my current website template (Five), which I took time to redesign to suit my blogging needs, I've only had one problem: not being able to display title captions over grid gallery blocks.

We're halfway through November, and only now I realizre that Halloween came and went without me really having a chance to appreciate it in all its autumn glory. More than half of the scary films I had my heart set on watching didn't make it on my Netflix list, because I've been too busy catching up with all the YouTube vloggers I began to follow.

Mornings and pretty girls don't match. They don't work together, don't have breakfast together, and, generally, are rarely seen at the same time in the same place. They're just very different people that way. 

It's also one of the reasons why getting up at the crack of dawn is such a miserable experience for me, even if it means taking some awesome shots. That is the only reason why most of my well lit photos are of sunsets, not sunrises. 

While everyone in the world is about to put their leather boots on and have them rudely splattered by the cars cutting through the puddles, I, on my little island, am being hit by what appears to be another heat wave. Which would be completely  cool if it wasn't October and I didn't wear my bejeweled fit-flops every day like some bejeweled fit-flop girl. Even I'm willing to admit that Summer is going out of season.

Moving cities can be challenging. Moving cities while being freshly single, is a bitch.

After coming to live in to Santa Cruz, I took on three new habits that started to mark the beginning of my stay: experimenting with digital photography, using male perfume, and watching Sex and the City for at least three hours a day to remind myself that I didn't make a mistake. I was a little lonely and my mood just a little bit noir.

It's easy to be happy in December. When the mood is light and the earth is covered by a big white blanket, it's easy to get caught by the spirit of things. Even the passing cars are sporting the same snug cozies, shedding the usual reds and greens for the more fashionable white. We decorate the Christmas tree with crystal and fragile looking doily garlands, putting the fairy lights on top to make it look like real magic. This is the time of the year when we surround ourselves with beautiful things.

On Christmas Eve, as all my friends went back to their families in anticipation of home cooked meals and uncomfortable dinner conversation, I was left alone in my miniature beach apartment. I wasn't going to do anything except watch bad TV all day and sort through the growing stacks of books, since I was going to spend Christmas alone anyway.

The day after the day after Black Friday I'm still recovering my holiday spirits. Huddling at home with a bowl of ice cream richly spiked with Baileys, I aim to secure my mental health with some un-glamorous shopping on eBay, the only place where it always happens to be Black Friday.

Winter is coming. Not in the Game of Thrones kind of way, in an actual way, so in my book, this isn't something creepy. If anything, I was kind of looking forward to it. The sight of footprints in the snow, the crunchy sound beneath my feet; standing in an endless line to get a hit of Glühwein—all that... is not in store for me, so I might as well stop picturing these things and getting all excited.

When I was a rich girl, and fur coats were a little more fur and a little less coat, I used to live in a luxurious apartment right in the center of St. Petersburg. For what was then a giant flat, it had a living room, two bedrooms and a gym. My mother managed to install a sauna into our bathroom, right in front of the backdoor exit nobody was supposed to know about. It was necessary back then for when my stepfather had issues with his "business associates"...

When vodka speaks, the world falls silent. Or, well, at least it seems like it's silent, because of all the vodka you've been having. Either way, a drunk confession is as close to a religious experience as it gets, at least in my book. And more importantly, it doesn't require getting locked up in a stuffy room with a perfect stranger to give him a glimpse of your dark side. Well, not unless you really want to.

Discretion. What do we know about it really? In the world where Social Networks run the ball and Instagram is being updated 24/7 by the exhibitionists who want strangers to know everything about their lives, what do we know about that word, discretion? Nothing, really.

But how important it is to keep our identities safe as we tweet our secrets away for the whole world to see...