Flower Symphony is the image of Andreea’s garden. A colourful place, surrounded in music where the smell of the flowers meets the fresh coffee one. The garden is the place where I’m running in the sunny mornings.
This necklace is a tribute to the beauty I saw in Andreea’s garden.
Royal Orange.
In August I saw Natalia. She arrived in a typical welsh morning, dressed in the most beautiful summer dress I have ever seen- orange and gold, yellow flowers…
Meeting old friends it makes me feel no matter where you are in this world, you are never alone, never lost or forgotten. Natalia brought with her the loveliest smile, the warmest hug I received in the last months and a huge bag of lemon tree flowers. We talked about the days of school, new and old lovers, dreams, plans and… colours.
She lives 5 hours away from me but I never managed to jump in the train and go to see her. There are days when I wish I could say “I’m coming over! I need a warm soup and a coup of coffee”.
She holds a special place in my heart. I used to be afraid of her, to wish she would talk to me. And then I used to want her away from me. She ended up being a soul I look up to. She lives in a city that is actually a world- spots of colour on a grey background, different languages, people dressed unusual for my taste, sounds from all around the world.
She loves A.
She travels a lot.
She believes in hope and beauty. She’s creative and rational.
She is Irina and City Roses is a present for her birthday.
I miss the summer mornings I never found here. I miss staying out on the balcony, look at people passing by, smell the tea in the huge colourful coups, listen to my mother whispering and feel the wind in my hair.
The world of a child is like the world of God: fearless, full of hopes and dreams, colours and flowers, games and tastes, bravery and happiness.
I’m living in a house surrounded by red apple trees. Sometimes it looks like they are dancing- moving with the wind; they look like they are going to fly away. But something keeps them down on earth. They have the freedom to do everything but keep their roots will always give them the stability we all need. The red apple trees are like Mihaela.
You can always see the honesty, love and trust. It is like this with her: she makes you feel normal even when you do crazy things (because she knows to fly- just like the apple trees’ leaves), she always says “keep going! you can do it”, she is the strong and happy.
Florina loves France. And just like any other girl, she can love coffee, she can love bags, she could love music, she could love to go out…
… but more than all, she loves to love.
Les Petits amours d’une fille tells the story of all the things a girl can love. It is happy like Florina and full of dreams, of stories and hopes wrapped up in french words.
