
His heart beats in rhythm with poetry. Entering the room, he fills the entire space. He falls in love to the state of arrhythmia. Sends bouquets of flowers. Every week. Spends her royalties on her favorite silk lingerie.

His heart beats in rhythm with poetry. Entering the room, he fills the entire space. He falls in love to the state of arrhythmia. Sends bouquets of flowers. Every week. Spends her royalties on her favorite silk lingerie.

Dancing is like reading books, like all your lovers and countries you have been to. It is an experience that changes you forever, your whole body, the way you walk, your posture, your every movement, and your gesture.

There are people you remember, no matter how many miles, kilometers, and hours between you. They are imprinted in your memory, the details of their lives are part of your DNA, the print on the dress on that day you spent together, the scent of the perfume, or the sandals…

Changeable, like the weather in the Nordic capitals. He is never like the others – his uniqueness is just about being unique. Sometimes you get mad at him because he turned everything upside down again. But then he leaves, and you already miss him and promise yourself not to be angry with him. You know you won’t keep this promise and smile.


Summer. Meetings with friends on the busy streets. Chats about nothing and everything in the world. Sweet-scented tea with your favorite dessert in a small cozy cafe. Secret boutiques and private art galleries. Beautiful shoes. Airy. Breathing room.