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"I dreamed I was alive. That surprised me. I was alive. But I woke myself up."
The Silent House, Philippe Soupault
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Today's outfit consisted of old meeting new as is the case oftentimes... Burgundy leather skirt, a find from Paris some 15 years ago. Odd Molly silk blouse. Suede ankle boots, Calvin Klein, found secondhand from Kaivarin kanuuna. Stockings, found from London some 10 years ago, worn the first time here.. Pearls on my hips, a gift from Oona Elena Kassila. Golden bracelet, gift from my father, 34 years ago from Zambia.[/caption]
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Photos by my darling friend Pipsa Lagus.
Whilst I'm a dreamer par excellence, Pipsa is a primus motor in making (my) dreams happen ♥.
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At Tango Frostbite festival, celebrating 100 years of Argentinian Tango in Finland.[/caption]
Argentinian tango.
A world of it's own it is... With etiquette full of poise, grace and passion.
The men don't actually ask you to dance, with words that is. They invite with a look, oftentimes from across the room. Without a word, the couple move to each other and for that moment in time, everything else disappears. The woman follows the man's moves with total intensity, oftentimes with eyes closed, as they create their own universe, improvised and incredible.
I can imagine this to take place in a smoky club in Buenos Aires, but my little Helsinki... Thank you my darling hometown, for once again blowing my mind wider open.
A beautiful dancer Katja sat down next to me and explained. "During the dance, you need to feel that this is the only man in the world, the love of your life."
Oh it was perfection.
My friend Sissi, who actually had the idea to introduce us to Argentinian Tango, now has a new hobby. She has enrolled on tango classes.
I'm not quite sure if I'd dare... But must admit, I'd want to.
Tango can save your life, whispered Katja in my ear.
I believe her.
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