formalin victims

The ancient romans believed that butterflies are flowers broken by the wind. As a child I was dragged by my older cousins, who firmly believed that collecting butterflies was a fun and rewarding summer activity, to spend most part of my hot summer days chasing butterflies. Armed with a deadly butterfly net we would fight over a hunting territory confined to a lavender bush. The delicate part of the game was to extract the graceful insect, briskly interrupted in his conspicuous and fluttering flight, from the net without damaging its brightly coloured wings. The iridescence coloration of its four wings, created by the microstructure of the scales, would stain my fingers. This 'powder' felt thick, smooth and sensual to me but I also felt a sense of unease at the thought that I was striping the former caterpillar from its make-up.
After a short stay in a 'killing jar' in the companionship of deadly formalin soaked cotton balls… then, all you had to do was to pin your victims in a display case. The ephemeral, delicate and wearing make-up insects could then adorn your wall or your serving trays, stuck for eternity in a glass box… A.D

asymmetric top : Topshop | african print skirt : made to order | shoes : Accessorize | necklace : Kate Spade


morbid angel vs fierce lion

  Brompton cemetery is located in the Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, covers 16,5 hectares of land and is one of the finest cemetery in the country. It is also the only Crown Cemetery.
To walk in a cemetery is always for me a sort of “spiritual journey”. This one is really an oasis of tranquility in the middle  of the city buzz. I’ve never seen it in such a wild state, with this luxurious and beautiful vegetation nearly swallowing the gravestones.
    So if you’re looking for a piece of nature and a spiritual moment, just pass by…(flamingos are optional !!!) . Xxx S.D.

black silk shirt : Cos | flowery suit : Ted Baker | shoes : Zara | green clutch : DVF 


mad scramble

It seems obvious that our trip to the famous Kempton Park Racecourse was planned the wrong day… instead of racing horses, all we have cheered for was the dangerous frenzied race of a frightened red fox.
Lead by a frantic panic to avoid us and an atavistic fear to be trapped in the upper stands, he conducted a desperate attempt to regain freedom by making several high jumps to try and reach a 'closed' window. He ended up making a bad fall on the stairs and was probably left badly injured. He then retrieved into a hole and stopped moving. Calling the RSPCA was the inevitable move after a final attempt, lead by a charming old lady to open a dialogue with the injured victim, brought us to nowhere :
- "Are you all right darling?" and "Are you injured sweety ?" but the rebel remained silent….

My fellow friend probably shares the common belief that foxes have a far better use when their beautiful fur wrap a lady's collar and that banning fox hunting in 2006 was a huge mistake as they have reached a preoccupying number. But I would argue that they are being nature's pest controllers when it comes to rats and feral pigeons. Who knows what London's rodent problem would be like without the ten thousand urban foxes patrolling the streets. (A.D)

dress : H&M | shoes : Zara | necklace : Zara


waiting for the big wave

The other day, at the airport, my youngest son was asked what his mother was doing in life and he answered : "Oh she’s doing nothing …she’s just walking around for her blog !!". 
I love my son, he knows how to value me !!!
It’s funny because I did the same when I was a child, I told my teacher that my mother was having  coffees with her friends and was playing bridge (the card game). The teacher must have thought that it was very cool to be a housewife !
  So today, I wanted to show to my dear son that sometimes I was using an iron board as well !!! Xxx , S.D.

skirt : H&M (current) | silk blouse : Monoprix | shoes : Topshop | necklace : Zara