2021 started, not with unrealistic resolutions this time, but with COVID still haunting humanity! Needless to say, it was the first NYE in about 12 years that I spent at home with my family and absolutely no friends. We all dressed up elegantly and threw an ultra-private “New Yorker jet set cocktail party”-style event to … Continue reading An elegant dress code to impress Mr. COVID, a blue lagoon and a glass of rum under the stars – Glamping in Alentejo
I don’t wanna talk about numbers. I don’t wanna mention the unlucky woman among every 3 that will experience physical or sexual violence in their lifetime, most frequently by an intimate partner. Nor the 137 women that are killed every day by a member of their family. I rather ignore that only 52% of women … Continue reading I don’t wanna talk numbers – International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women
It has been six months since the last time a crowd of feet stepped on that dance floor until the last beat of some avant-garde tune echoed in a long night turning into early morning. Six long, silent, voided months since the last sunrise has been seen from the balcony on the first floor, less … Continue reading An empty dance floor (at Lux Frágil)
Here we go again. Portugal returns to State of Emergency. Again. As the numbers of new cases and deaths keep growing, our mental state declines accordingly. It has been 8 months since our first lockdown. And we have been swinging on a thin thread of uncertainty, desperately trying to keep our balance by moving forward, … Continue reading State of (mental) Emergency
Sunflowers. Starry nights. A small empty bedroom. All this painted in oil, brushstroke after brushstroke, until a thick layer of bright colours protrudes from the canvas, right into any observer’s mind, where it probably sticks forever. This is Van Gogh’s unique post-impressionist style of painting, where you see represented, not just reality, but how he … Continue reading Meet Vincent Van Gogh – a delicate symbiosis of art and mental health
There is something misty about it. No one can really tell what it is. How is it so powerful? The ones who wear it and dare to show its best curves under tiny shorts, are called slut. The ones who wear it covered under warm turtleneck jerseys, are called prude. The ones who wear it … Continue reading #FeministCorner – The ABC of the female body criticism
My ovaries shook in place. My eyes had troubles focusing the words of that piece of sh...text. My brain refused to process the information. My heart kept beating in naive disbelief. Of course there weren’t people like that in 2020. Coronavirus was bad enough already. Guess what, 2020 is exactly the year when everything is … Continue reading Enough is enough, but portuguese ENOUGH (“CHEGA”) is too much!
Bushfires are Portugal’s biggest seasonal concern, as each passing year a bit more of our country’s green lungs is reduced to ashes by the end of Summer. This year was no exception: dark smoke took up the blue sky over particular regions spread throughout the country. On my way to Vidago, as I was passing … Continue reading Hungry bushfires in a steaming hot country, an anti-princess in a palace and a stressful morning at the spa – Vidago and Chaves in review
This year has been unique. A pandemic virus took over the world like we had never seen before in our lifetime. Borders were closed, streets became empty overnight, schools were shut down, offices were not able to retain even the most workaholic employee at his desk. All of a sudden, and thanks to technology, work … Continue reading Post-quarantine rants, rocky caves, golden cliffs and turquoise sea waters – Algarve in review
Home is definitely not the place I’d rather be right now. Something about these walls around me is starting to seriously annoy me. Is it the colour, the height, the same pictures hanging lifelessly through eternity? I can’t really tell. After two months under house arrest, life before this pandemic sounds utopian. Restaurants? Dinner parties? … Continue reading Let the dogs out, please.