I break in to Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard: I have a son, and it’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin.
That’s where I stashed the chandelier.

The song was part of the soundtrack for the French movie Je vais bien, ne t’en fais pas with Melanie Laurent. Very soul-stirring, a must see.

White shoes. Even for weddings, I cannot stand them. The design may be gorgeous, nevertheless my brain starts scheming master plans about how to set said shoes on fire. Any shade darker than butter is acceptable though.

Red roses. Yuck! Hate the color, hate the shape, hate the fact that they’re the go-to flower for any occasion for most people. Bring me one of those and I’ll beat you on the head with it.

When you say “expresso”. Are you for real? Do not write it down, or say it out loud.

When you say “macaroon”. Yes, I know macarons are the new cupcakes, all the Internet is going gaga for them, everybody’s trying their hands at new recipes and salivating over pictures from Ladurée. But really, if you cannot stop yourself from defiling these awesome desserts by putting Hershey kisses on top, at least get your spelling right!

Wedges. They are an abomination. The ugliest shoes ever invented. It’s like you’re wearing bricks on your feet. Every time you put them on another baby seal dies. Just fyi, the ones in the picture are Louboutins. Still ugly is shit.

Pigeons. I cannot stand them and also I am scared of them. Shell-less snails and any other type of mollusks are more appealing than these disease-infested winged rats. Thank God the trend of releasing pigeons at weddings is dead. I would be one bat-shit-crazy photographer otherwise.

When you purposely add soft focus to a picture. Why would you use Photoshop to make photo worse? Blasphemy!

Any pet peeves of your own?

My favorite was episode 10 with all of Schmidt’s douchebaggery. Behold!

He’d brought lunch. Sandwiches and fruit salad. He gave me the last piece of melon because “it’s the best one”. We chatted for a bit. He started rubbing my hands because it was really cold outside. We said goodbye. I left. I smiled and still am.

I’m writing this because I don’t want to forget it.

For the chicas: florals to get you in the mood for spring.

The pops of hot pink in these Siren Lauvdal photographs are so unexpected.

I’m not a big fan of cupcakes, but this one is hard to resist. {via Inspire me now}

I’d buy this iPhone case. {via Bloesem}

Three little pigs Guardian advert. Genius!

Cloud inside a room. Wow! {Via Life on Sundays}

Indiana Jones wedding inspiration. Yes.

I find myself drawn to tattoos lately. This one is lovely. More on my Pinterest board.

Wonderful ethereal images for the NZ boutique Mondegreen.

Newsweek’s Mad Men style ads are awesome. The new season starts on Sunday. {Via Pennyweight}

Love this illustration by Charlotte Trounce. {Via Design is Mine}

An extremely cute tiny apartment.

Wonderful engagement photos in Havana.

All sorts of cakes. Oh my! They look delicious.

Best ad ever! {Via Dooce}

This one is not that shabby either.

D has been bugging me about going camping. I would go if we had one of these tents.

Stuff people say to photographers is (sadly) quite true. Bokeh?

Age and muscles. Yikes!

For your next DIY project: a vortex cannon. Awesome!

h-t-t-p slash slash… Wait a minute… {Via Dooce}

La mer enseigne aux marins, des rêves que les ports assassinent.

I don’t want to translate that, because saying it in English would spoil it.