Well-worn antiques and rustic furniture belie this kitchen’s relatively young age.
Copy this vintage style by reading how to create a colorful cottage kitchen
“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”
Advice to Sylvia Plath, from her mother
Abbie | 22 | Aquarius
Well-worn antiques and rustic furniture belie this kitchen’s relatively young age.
Copy this vintage style by reading how to create a colorful cottage kitchen
Concept: I live in a tiny cabin in the woods. I dry my laundry on a clothes line. I wake with the sun, stay up late reading and nap during the afternoon in a hammock. I have a garden full of flowers, herbs, vegetables and berries. I go on picnics regularly by a nearby river. I rarely need to leave my beautiful home tucked away in the forest.
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Kinfolk Gathering in Biesenthal: “L’Esprit de la Mer”
Last weekend, Kinfolk Magazine hosted its second Berlin Gathering under the theme L’Esprit de la Mer to kick off their saltwater-themed summer issue. The dinner took place at Michael Hecken’s Wehrmühle Biesenthal.
Arthur Groeneveld teamed up with Liora Mirnik, Health Food Chef and Nutrition Expert, and brought together ingredients from some of the best of Berlin’s foodie scene for this day. Malin Elmlid from The Bread Exchange cut her famous sourdough bread
“You can make every moment special with good food and good people around you,” says Arthur.
Check Kinfolk Events for regular updates and upcoming dinners around the globe.
Photography by Patrycia Lukas and Text by Stephanie Dietze.
stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, watching milk swirl into coffee, getting up early to watch the sunrise, the sound of rain on a rooftop as you try to fall asleep, keeping a journal
i’d give anything to have you sitting next to me in this coffee shop; you reading your book, me reading my own; we only stop to sneak in quick kisses.
(via explore-everywhere)
a common saturday feeling. thanks for expressing it for all of us who have the same thought running through our minds nonstop, zach. (via theriverjordyn)
There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?
