A little late post for Valentines Day but it’s never too late to write a little love note to yourself. I don’t like the idea of Valentines Day too much but I’ve felt more self love lately. As trying to improve my Instagram and get more involved with the fashion community I’ve chosen to incorporate myself into more of my photos.
Ironically I HATE photos of myself and have a huge lack of ability to pose (thanks mom) but it would be great eventually to work with brands I’m a fan of. Luckily, I have friends who are actual models and coach me on how to pose. It only takes one photo out of a hundred to get a decent shot. The spike in followers after London Fashion Week and following posting more portraits of myself has given me a confidence boost.
Where as I’ve been told that posting photos of yourself can be seen as egotistical, it feels freeing for someone who would absolutely cringe at any photo shown of themselves, let a lone be on the other side of the camera. Always was the photographer, never the subject. I can’t take myself seriously anyways, so I’m usually laughing at myself in them.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take much to get a good shot. London has a ton of gorgeous floral facades outside every store to lure in customers and Instagram savvy photographers. With a few tricks given from my model friends we quickly can shoot in front of these lovely locations each other with out too much embarrassment.
Visit Peggy Porschen’s seasonally decked out cafe in Kensington, London.
Anyways, in the love letter written to myself I start with cheers. Here’s to me, excepting to love myself a bit more. To enjoy my silliness, my love of all things visually pleasing and passion for seeing the beautiful corners of the world, photographing and sharing them with like minded others.
My sister reminded me that when I left for London 6 months ago I wanted to achieve all the things I’ve currently have. She told me “Victoria, it happened so fast. You got everything you wanted.” And she’s right.
I’ve gotten to live in my favorite city, go to London Fashion Week, slowly grow my Instagram, make new friends and blossom as a woman. Self Love, here we are. Crazy how I’ve been able to achieve those things seemingly overnight in the London pressure cooker. I look forward to what the future brings. A key lesson in life is to start the love with yourself and then it will naturally flow into other aspects in your life.
Over a year and a half ago I went to Paris by myself. It was the middle of spring, the flowers were in bloom and the weather was gorgeous. I had arrived in Paris from St. Pancras train station, overwhelmed with no idea where to go, where to start my small parisian journey. I googled healthy restaurants in the area as I had ate my weight in London. Cafe Naturellement popped up, and after looking at the photos I found I had made my decision togo there.
To set the mood the photo below is what Paris was like that night.
I realized when I got there that I barely knew any french. When I looked at the menu I was in shock. How could I understand what to order? The waiter arrived to my table and asked me what I wanted. Quickly he knew I was a little bit confused. I asked him if there was any cheese plates (I mean come on, I just arrived in Paris, I need a taste of all the amazing delectable cheeses) He laughed and said he could put together something. When he asked me what I wanted to drink I said whatever you recommend.
I believe that’s a little bit of mustard and pear slice on the side.
Five minutes later he came back with a plate of cheese and three different bottles of wine. He literally went off the menu and gave me my own wine and cheese tasting. It was such an fantastic and memorable experience, one I’ll never forget. After the cheese dish I needed something light and refreshing so I ordered the raw fish dish. The course was layered with bits of cucumber, radish, beans and herbs.
The best bottle of red wine I’ve ever had was the “Vin de France”. Highly recommend it if you can find it.
For dessert I ordered the pot of chocolate mousse that was perfection. It was scrumptious and a great way to begin my parian experience.
To get a taste of it yourself:
33 Bis Rue Mademoiselle, 75015 Paris, France
TEL: +33 1 73 73 23 69
EAT? The wall says… I’m starving 🍴🍕✨ I’ve had no power for the past twenty four hours and it just finally turned on now because of the beautiful yet dangerous snow storm. I hope the food in my fridge is not all bad because I’m ready to cook and eat. That sucked pretty hard.