tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28313831844908397212024-03-13T06:26:16.279+02:00KATKETTUKaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-54509698709534520562022-07-06T14:27:00.008+03:002022-07-08T17:31:45.124+03:00Transcendence (NEW ADDRESS!)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQhbnrFqvmHAeu0CdpwkBgOVdckLyWjxRaxEeIs2xjQ7s0_JQxfI4mCmKJiXm7oTEL0bsjLDq0oYTotVRJKHe2qDKiE6d4eIeP-IV6MVgOTIpnVqljUkYAB7U11zAkj1tTAtT3Giqa-_ljJj1TWd1SvA6mVpJ9SjycsV1nYzkNIgLVt0PYjBN3i5i/s4032/F8B2B350-A673-47BA-8313-2D902B5BB507.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQhbnrFqvmHAeu0CdpwkBgOVdckLyWjxRaxEeIs2xjQ7s0_JQxfI4mCmKJiXm7oTEL0bsjLDq0oYTotVRJKHe2qDKiE6d4eIeP-IV6MVgOTIpnVqljUkYAB7U11zAkj1tTAtT3Giqa-_ljJj1TWd1SvA6mVpJ9SjycsV1nYzkNIgLVt0PYjBN3i5i/s16000/F8B2B350-A673-47BA-8313-2D902B5BB507.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">VIRTA, H. (2022) 'THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO St. MICHAEL'. </span></div><p>Hello dear readers, old and new. It has dawned upon me there might still be someone here who might enjoy my fresher content and would therefore like to inform all you loyal friends that I will be retiring the KATKETTU blog site. But fear not, for my Pandora's box of thoughts and words is nowhere near empty but, just as we all are, it's in constant flux.</p><p>I started this blog back in 9th grade, aged 15... holy hell, that's nearly ten years ago! As I've grown up, which I've most luckily done, I've started refining my words and the visuals I put in this world. Naturally, having graduated from uni a couple of years ago and having now fully immersed myself in the workforce, my blog pieces have evolved accordingly, toward more thought-out analysis rather than the flow of thought I am glad I started with over here.</p><p>As my thoughts and words have evolved, so has their context and surroundings. I've got a portfolio site for my creative work and it seemed only natural to immigrate the blog side of things over to the same web realm. KATKETTU will remain a dear footnote (and my social media handle) as we finally transition to the next incarnation of whatever this blog can be called... maybe just a blog.</p><p>You are most warmly welcomed to visit <a href="https://kaisakettunen.altervista.org/weekend.html"><span style="color: #f1c232;"><i>www.kaisakettunen.art</i></span></a> for food for thought or maybe even get in touch with me concerning a creative project. Any case, I'd love to hear from you! (email is usually the best, you can reach me at kaisa.kettu@gmail.com)</p><p>Best,</p><p>Kaisa</p>Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-72328069204097863812021-05-10T10:01:00.001+03:002021-05-10T10:01:15.298+03:00Smoking in long leather coats 101<div style="font-family: Futura, "Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.333333015441895px;"><p style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 20pt;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: center;">— or — </p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: center;">a journey through the fashion student trope, the industry and realisation.</p></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://kaisakettunen.altervista.org/blog/fashion101/fashion101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" src="http://kaisakettunen.altervista.org/blog/fashion101/fashion101.JPG" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">A friend once told me that chef apprentices eat macaroni for dinner. During my time in London College of Fashion I too developed a somewhat of a phobia towards glossy fashion magazines, the fashion week, retail and much more! And for a good reason too: glossies promote very problematic ideals, the fashion week promotes fast cycles of new designs and retail is its very own chapter I wont delve in right now. While focussing on the apocalypse that is the fashion industry, I got so angry and spiteful and bitter I pretty much expelled all things frivolous and sartorial from my head, my home and my habitus.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">What once was exciting and cool and wonderful became a massive weight on my shoulders. And not only on mine, but once I started chatting about my new-found hatred towards the industry I quickly learned I wasn’t alone.<br></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">On our first year we spent hours on extravagant make-up looks, which brought us closer to paintings, clearly differentiating us from everyone else on the tube. We spent even more hours in avant-garde book stores and industrial cafés playing with Photoshop blending modes. We wore long leather coats and colourful berets outside the campus on High Holborn. We went on a field trip to Paris and only smoked there. And then it all went away, lecture by lecture, once we started realising how messed up all this was. It wasn’t the stuff we found joy in, per se, but the industry behind it all, behind the idea, the image that we subscribed to.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">I have come to understand that university is the prime time for developing criticism, skepticism and — most of all — cynicism. Not that we all suddenly started reading Nietzsche obsessively but we might as well have. And this was instantly reflected in our styles. Ironic, I know.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">Very soon I ditched Blair Waldorf altogether and transformed by wardrobe into a collection of uniforms consisting of jeans, t-shirts and crew-neck jumpers. Personal styles evolve, some might argue, and they most certainly do. Only here the change was highly conscious.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">This is when I came to understand the core, the essence of any art student: the world is bloody awful when you stare at its flaws through a magnifying glass for three years straight. Therefore one must limit exposure to said flaws to the extent one possibly can. Only one cannot stop thinking about all those awful things so in the door walk bitterness. My attempt to save myself was to drop the ‘of fashion’ off the end of my degree title whenever I had the chance and come up with a scheme to enable me to draw forest animals for the entirety of my final year. </p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">During that final year I had a very poignant conversation with one of my course leaders in which I vividly recall declaring my disgust for anything commercial promoting material goods and to which my lecturer answered: “Well that’s too bad because we live in a capitalist world. Who are you going to work for then?” Or something along those lines. It left me thinking for a long time. Who <i>am </i>I going to work for if not the devil promoting goods?</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">Somehow my dissertation got written and my final major project got completed and I found myself holding a degree certificate on an airplane on my way back home to Finland.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; text-align: justify;">Six months later I bought my first fashion magazine in three years. They’re still problematic but I’d like to think I am a responsible reader these days. I am excited to design and make my own clothes now. I even bought something frilly bordering-on-frivolous. My degree and having had study all the things that are wrong have made me a more conscious consumer.</p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 8px; min-height: 14px; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;">As much as I appreciate all the hardening knowledge gained during university I am much more at ease now that I’ve gotten some distance — both mental and physical — to the epicentre of fashion that is London, and be able to enjoy fashion with the lower case ‘f’ that my lectures always talked about.</p>Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-29866122308562491772021-02-26T10:00:00.000+02:002021-04-12T10:26:22.712+03:00One nostalgia, please<div style="text-align: center;">With life so very restricted these days, what to resort to in these desperate times?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://kaisakettunen.altervista.org/blog/nostalgia/laituri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" src="http://kaisakettunen.altervista.org/blog/nostalgia/laituri.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sometimes simplicity resides at your pier.</i></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;">It says a lot when you’re looking forward to your dentist appointment — then again it is the only bloody social event in your calendar. I doubt life as a recent graduate is easy for anyone at any given time, but oh boy has this year been a nerve-wrecking rollercoaster of anticipation, disappointments and anticipation for disappointments. Haha… ? My life has diminished to writing job applications and desperately trying to come up with new hobbies around the house. The other day I managed to squeeze in a random weep-session-bordering-on- a-meltdown. Yay!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Life does not suck for me nearly as much as it easily could — as it no doubt does for many. However, now that Finland goes into another ‘lock-down’ (which is still very little compared to the ones London has seen) I face real unemployment as middle schools will move to remote learning. The brief joy of vaccines making all this go away was — well, brief indeed. Every time there is a glimpse of an end in sight it gets thrown out the back window. It’s been a year now and we’re dying for a break.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I find remedy in old vines that I was too lame to know about back in the day. They provide me the much needed entertainment and distraction being some of the only things that make me laugh out loud these days. Scrolling through the comment section one can sense kinship: person after another declares they are here, watching in 2021 reminiscent of a more ‘simple time’. Yes, me too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">By no means was the world let alone society any easier or better back then. Sure, we had no super killer virus but neither did we have equal marriage laws, or Taylor Swift’s Folklore. Jokes aside, it’s still very easy to miss those ‘simpler times’, to find comfort in reliving parts of the past. Nostalgia is a big thing among my generation, I read, and I completely agree. It is also very wonderful to be able to call oneself a 90’s kid, although technically I only managed to witness three years of that golden decade. Still I and the majority of my friends identify strongly with the turn of the millennia alongside the Nokia bricks, Friends et cetera — even more so now the present has frozen in time and all we have to live by proxy of is the past. So all hail the ingenious vines, family photo albums starring red overalls, and the billionth reruns of the one with that group of friends I wish I was a part of. Bye.</div></div></div>Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-36114034032496082912020-01-03T13:48:00.000+02:002020-01-03T13:54:08.644+02:00Lost direction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-34859676672486244722018-04-22T22:41:00.000+03:002018-04-22T22:41:47.485+03:00Farm Girl Café on Portobello Road<div>
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Where: Portobello Road, Notting Hill // When: Mon to Fri 8:30am to 4:30pm, Sat to Sun 9am to 6pm</div>
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What's there: cafés, boutiques, cute houses // How much: coffee about £4, cakes about £5</div>
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How to get there: central, circle or district line: Notting Hill Gate<br />
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Portobello Road is just so lovely on a quiet Wednesday afternoon! Indeed, the same road Julia Roberts walked down in Notting Hill gets rather crowded time to time so make sure you go on a weekday rather than weekend or high-season. </div>
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The crowds are not here for nothing, though. Listed as a Wes Anderson destination in London's Time-Out magazine, this is probably one of the cutest neighbourhoods you'll come across. Pastel-coloured walls and doors are so incredibly photogenic it would be a shame to forget your camera. Opt for a cute outfit to match with your surroundings.</div>
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Once you need a break form this mini-semi-professional photoshoot head down the road once you spot a tall white house with Sister Jane's logo on the wall. Walk through the courtyard to find yourself in an adorable café. Farm Girl's waiters will welcome you immediately and seat you while you mesmerise this aqua-tiled vision. </div>
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Take your time with the menu and experience the multiple wait what?!-s. The place has probably the most hipster-y coffee menu. No wonder the place is founded by an Aussie. Unfortunately, I cannot vouch for the drinks since I had already had way too much caffeine that morning, but my lovely friend Katy ordered a chai latte and seemed to enjoy it very much. </div>
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Foodwise Farm Girl serves wonderful-looking lunch that is relatively pricy. Most of it is vegan, or at least gluten or dairy free. Personally, I opted for a rose cupcake. I paid £4.50 that sort of hurt but, man, was it good! I also have to give tons of points for presentation. The china was as lovely as the dog head created with pink sugar. You'd think this much pink would get too Umbridgy but no, we're fine.</div>
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A good way to rate places, at least in my opinion, is by their bathrooms. Again, Farm Girl scores high. It's almost as walking in to a Glossier pop-up shop: pink, red, big mirrors and neon lights. The poor waiter got very confused when in the end I started praising their lovely loos. Still, a good bathroom is like a cherry on the top. If it's done poorly it can ruin the whole experience.</div>
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Overall, the place is a tad bit pricy but I would go there again. The atmosphere is relaxed, the environment instagrammable and the service very friendly. A friend of mine refers this as convenience cost.</div>
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The main reason I ever go to Portobello Road is Sister Jane's flagship shop. Cute, cute, cute! It's right upstairs from Farm Girl (very convenient!) in a two-level attic space. I first discovered Sister Jane in Cannes, France a few years ago and fell completely in love. The clothes are about £60 and very good design. I own quite a few pieces and can definitely vouch for their quality. The best thing is that they organise sample sales once a season. Last time I walked out with six pieces that cost me £30 together. What a bargain! The shop is definitely worth checking out even if there isn't a sample sale. It's like another kind of wonderland.</div>
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Where: Columbia Road, Shoreditch // When: Sundays 8am to 3pm </div>
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What's there: flowers, farm and cafés // How much: bundles from about £4, cash</div>
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How to get there: overground: Hoxton</div>
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Sundays are, believe or not, a bit slow even in London. I don't know if it's my mother's persistence on avoiding shopping Sundays or just the general quietness of the end of the week that often takes me to a market of some sort. Having just stated London is dead on Sundays, the markets of London, on the other hand, are absolutely thriving! And it is the most miraculous thing you've ever seen!</div>
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Hop on overground and head to Hoxton station. It's a nice and brisk 10-minute walk to the market. Don't forget to get some cash on the way: there's is a sneaky cash machine on a blue wall, easy to miss. The way to the market is relatively easy and if there's any difficulties, just follow the trail of people carrying bouquets. Foolproof!</div>
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First thing you'll hear is lovely chatter and a guy playing a guitar. The vendors are shouting the most creative Cockney chatter. "The worst mistake of your life!" yells a man pointing at my bouquet behind a massive mountain of tulips. A little spring shower doesn't matter either. Quite oppositely, it only makes the atmosphere cosier.</div>
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It is worth walking up and down the road before buying anything, just to make sure you can grab the best offer. But don't contemplate too long. These flowers go quickly! Instead of pre-made bouquets opt for bundles and get crafty back home. It's a fun and hygge-approved way to spend a Sunday afternoon with family or friends. Also, it comes much cheaper and somewhat homelier as well.</div>
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Once you're there, check out the little streets branching from Columbia Road. There's loads of little hidden boutiques selling incredibly cute vases, pots and tin boxes. Keep an eye for artesian cafes too. After all, it's sort of early and if you're anything like me, you've only had a cup of coffee this morning. On the other hand, it is worth suffering for a little longer and head to Brick Lane to Beigel Shop to spend that leftover cash. Trust me, these bagels never let you down! Get some plain ones to take back home. They're only £0.30!</div>
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My hair turned yellow. Taylor Swift's new album was horrible first but okay after a few rounds of listening. Wine, all kinds of wine, is really good. My brain is able to pull an accidental all-nighter. Turns out clothes don't wash themselves and the house is going to be cold if you forget to turn the heating on.</div>
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Autumn in London was magnificent. I am surprised the amount of anxiety I've had has been pretty much non-excistant. I have to be honest, when I first applied to this uni I was scared of how it was going to be. Of course, it's very different: it's not academic, it's not that theoretical, it's insanely intensive and most of all it's so much fun! </div>
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I'm heading back home to Finland in a week. These three months have been filled with hallways, lectures, laughter and learning how to manage life on my own.</div>
Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-43437085600674623412017-10-22T14:08:00.001+03:002017-10-22T14:09:10.931+03:00Hello, I live here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quoting myself: <i>"To be honest, I'm starting to get jealous of myself."</i> Ever since I got to London about a month ago things have taken, and get this, a really, and I mean a really good turn! First I must clarify that the way London works follows: every day you meet someone who knows someone who knows someone whose sister's husband's cousin can help you in one way or another. Either it's London or my karma is being extremely good.</div>
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Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-10220242560561121432017-10-03T01:21:00.000+03:002017-10-03T01:21:59.225+03:00just London's luck<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;">
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My first week in London feels like a month, to be honest. There's so much to see and experience I keep forgetting I actually live here now. London is my home city now. So far I've been loving every bit of it: the unique people, the boiling hot tube, the architecture, the flukes. The city changes every day, every hour, even every minute and I think that is just amazing.<br />
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So what have I been up to? I've enjoyed lovely afternoon teas (yes, multiple times) in Covent Garden. I've carried numerous bags from Westfield after hours of shopping. I've sat in the library completing university's pre-arrival tasks ("Sunglasses" seen above). Last but not least I've attended London Fashion Week with the company of the ever-so-lovely Veera who was visiting London last weekend. I found a beautiful rose-golden ring by <a href="https://www.tadaandtoy.com/">Tada & Toy</a> to mark this new beginning in my life.</div>
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I'm in love with this city I can call my home. I'm in love with this life of mine and where it has taken me. I'm in love with the words one of my friends wrote: <i>"Maailmalla on tapana antaa ja kantaa, kun luotat sen voimaan" (translates to: "The world has a habit of giving and carrying when you trust its power")</i></div>
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Aaaand I love it! This is my absolute favourite time of the year! Primarily all the earthy colours of nature, fashion and mind are just so relaxing and comfortable. Secondarily my life seems to take a whole new turn at this time of the year and it's oh-so-exciting.<br />
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As I'm eagerly waiting for Saturday when I move to London I've been busy enough to almost forget it. It's been a whirlwind of meeting friends, shopping for necessities and constant panicking over accommodation. Last week the latter sorted itself out so now I'm light at mind and sleeping through the nights.<br />
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Amongst all the more or less fun running of errands I've somehow managed to make time to attend the Gloria fashion show held in Helsinki's Cable Factory. It was a magnificent event and, in my opinion, more enjoyable than Aalto's show. I still have one more fashion show left in Finland and then I'm heading to the London fashion week with one of my best friends. I can't wait!<br />
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Last Sunday we went on a little day trip to Tallinn with mum. I got my head messed up by the sea sickness pills and so the day was sort of a haze. Still, we enjoyed delicious Indian food, found a great sock shop and took a few photos every here and there. In the picture I'm wearing this beige sweater from <a href="http://www.stories.com/gb/Ready-to-wear/Knitwear/Sweaters/Wool_Sweater/114066436-0542850002.2">& Other Stories</a> which, by the way, is the softest piece of clothing I've probably ever worn. I've been basically living in this sweater and constantly painting my nails in this dark red Essie polish called <i>shall we chalet</i>. Did I already mention I love the autumn colours?<br />
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It seems that the life has always something drastic planned for the end of the summer. Somehow things escalate and I find myself in an odd and new situation. Call it my subconscious or fate or something completely else everything needs to change when we hit August. That's what I always joke about: for me the new year starts in August, not in January.<br />
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Life-update! I am on my own and off to London. That happened quickly you might mumble — believe me I do too. So I might have noticed some clearing places available at the uni of my dreams and I might have applied and I might have even gotten accepted. Yesterday. Last time I wrote about dreams and how they require work and a tiny bit of luck. I realised I feel like I've never done enough and I'm really not the number one believer in luck. Yet somehow I happened achieve something I thought was completely out of my reach.<br />
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Yesterday was a truly wonderful day and as I walked home I had to genuinely smile the whole way. Part of my joy comes from freedom and excitement of London. Part of it comes from the creative space I've only recently re-entered. I've sworn I'm officially the worst at making up stories. I come up with an idea for a scene but that's about as far as I can get. Scrap that. This week I was at a bookshop with my sister and browsing through the paperbacks when I noticed an interesting title. Of course I misread it and in the end it wasn't that interesting at all. But what I thought I read sticked to my mind and slowly it escalated me creating a storyline in my head. I got home and grabbed my notebook and started writing. I've been writing the whole week and have five whole chapters ready.<br />
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My life is yelling <i>scrap that!</i> straight at my face and I think it's about the time to start listening. It's a new beginning — once again — and a chance to let go of prejudices of what I think I can or cannot do and what can or cannot happen. It came to the point I was yet again panicking about the accommodation in London when I realised it's all going to sort out, not on it's own for sure, but there's really no need to panic. And I scrapped it all and tossed it in the bin. Life is life and you know what: London baby!Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-82463390159293333692017-07-22T01:16:00.000+03:002017-07-22T01:16:45.295+03:00anything is possible<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A year ago I talked about changes. Had I only known there were much more to come. It's been a whirlwind, this whole year. Somehow I've really loved it although it's been incredibly exhausting time to times. Changes don't scare me as much anymore. I'm not neutral but I know I can take them. I've grown, I've gained courage and knowledge.</div>
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Now that school's over I thought I'd be on my own. I couldn't have been more wrong. I have a bigger and more loving group of people than ever before. My friends and family are all kind of blending in my head. We're all a big family. We all care about each other. I'm part of something. </div>
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Next year. I don't actually have a plan and, actually, I'm not scared. I'm not panicking and that feels great. I feel very young and alive, like never before. I've been a puppet in my own master plan. Now I'm finally the leader in that game. I've become a human during this year.</div>
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I want to see what's around the riverbed. I want to see where the wind takes me. I'm going to continue growing my confidence and courage. I want to get rid of being scared of absolutely everything. I want to live. <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This time I'm still not 22 yet, but I'm <i><b><span style="color: #ffe599;">happy, free, confused</span></b></i> and <strike>lonely</strike> at the same time. It's been and it will be miserable and absolutely magical. </span></span><br />
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Praaaague! We went on a little vacation to the Czech Republic and it was the best thing ever! The Saturday following my birthday we walked in the doors of the beautiful hotel we stayed in. First thing we get upgraded to a fancier room and, my lord, we were just over the moon! We caught the sunset as we walked to the castle of Prague after having had a delicious local dinner of goulash.<br />
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The city was so beautiful. My feet hurt the whole Sunday but there was so much to see I kept going with a bit of complaining now and then, as you do. We walked through all the major attractions. My favourite thing over everything else was the cafés. We stumbled upon the most gorgeous places such as the <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Národní Kavárna, Café Louvre and Palanda (aka the BEST burgers!. The </span>waiters<span style="font-family: inherit;"> called me madam and it was oh-so-fancy in every way.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Max took me to the </span>historical<span style="font-family: inherit;"> fort of </span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vyšehrad on Sunday. Behind the great brick walls opened the most magnificent view. Another magnificent view was in the shopping galleries: hundreds of shops with crystal clear windows. It wasn't a shopping trip, per se, but I couldn't help but pick up a gorgeous blue swimsuit from Topshop and a pair of black Bata heals not to forget the Czech sparkling wine that we are yet to try.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was honestly the most wonderful vacation! I'll be back without a doubt. I fell in love with the city, the light, the food and the atmosphere. Prague made it easily to the top 3 of my favourite places.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">On to my holiday wardrobe. The first day I chose to wear classic navy shorts from Zara and a light cotton shirt. It's usually quite cold in planes so I threw over my favourite piece of clothing at the moment, the light blue cashmere sweater from & Other Stories. I've come to a conclusion this sweater is one of the best things I've ever owned. It's light and travels easily in the handbag. The colour goes surprisingly well with almost everything. Another must-have is my black leather Longchamp I got from mom. It's the perfect size to fit a camera, a notebook, a water bottle and the essentials.</span><br />
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On the second day I wore blue gingham shorts or as I refer them: the pic-nic shorts from Zara. I paired them with this gorgeous new lace top I got from JC and a boater hat I had been on a hunt for for ages. My trusty Australian Steve Madden sandals went perfectly with the outfit but unfortunately didn't really nurture my feet after tens of kilometres of walking.<br />
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On the third day I dropped the hat and changed the short+top to this lace dress I got from Asos. It's the same Zoella had last summer and that I craved already back then but it had sold out. So when I realised they had brought it back this summer I instantly ordered it. It's very loose and light weight so it's just perfect for those +30C days when it's almost too hot to wear anything. The dress is so soft and I'm absolutely in love with it! It's definitely part of my Midsummer look.Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-22155733346013038322017-06-05T23:19:00.000+03:002017-08-12T11:52:09.894+03:00graduation and a gap year<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Had you been reading my blog for a while know you'd know I have a plan. There's always been a plan. And a back-up plan. And a back-up plan for the back-up plan. According to the past and the plan it's always been work, work, work and work even harder. During upper secondary I've been to the limit relatively many times and pushed myself over it a few. I've gained a lot and I am truly glad I've done the job properly. And then it ended.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">About two months ago I walked out from my last exam. That marked the end of four years of upper secondary school and thirteen years of school in total. I wrote <a href="http://katkettu.blogspot.fi/2013/08/"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 238);">a few pieces</span></a> on my first weeks of upper secondary. In one of them I stated: "I guess these upcoming four years are going to be extremely rough - or wonderful. I just have to find the right perspective." To look back, I had no idea back then. Things have changed so much, the world has changed in my eyes, I have changed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Since March I’ve been lying low. I decided not to take any new projects and really use this time to back off. It’s been marvellous. I don’t miss school a bit, that is for yet. At the moment I’m working at a golf club just a stone’s throw away from my home. The working world is more than different to the school world. Firstly, I get paid. Secondly, I’m being treated as an adult. Thirdly, there’s no exams. It’s not what I want for the rest of my life and I really want to get a degree but for now this seems perfect.</span></span></div>
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Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-79164259130669345222017-05-22T21:25:00.001+03:002017-05-23T01:19:33.594+03:00the gang is back!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kaisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09289913696829546377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831383184490839721.post-55129917991365817482017-03-27T22:17:00.000+03:002017-03-27T22:17:25.491+03:00post-finals stress relief treatment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The daunting door of the auditorium is staring at me. It's less scary than the one of the hall. I have half of my possession stacked in a basket that I'm carrying. It's been over ten years of education and here I finally am feeling the most certain and uncertain of what will follow. There's no point adding up the points I already have: it will be what it will be despite the fives and threes.<br />
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I'm a hoarder of beautiful things. I am very proud of my absolutely gorgeous collection of magazines and coffee table books. It's not just any magazine or tin box I save, no no no. I've always had a very precise visual eye meaning only the best and most perfect items find their way to my shelves.</div>
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Printing photos has risen to the level of a guilty pleasure. I might honestly drown in them. I absolutely love scrapbooking and putting together albums — anything involving layouts, really. What I do is I pick free catalogues from stores, cut nice pictures out of them and just paste on notebooks, boxes, albums, you name it!</div>
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On my bookshelf lies also the box of letters. I don't even know where to start with these. There's something wondrous in written words. It's the effort, I guess. The stories come from the next town and a million miles away.</div>
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By accident I have a little bit of a red theme going on at the moment. These all are little nicknacks I've gotten as souvenirs or second-handed from mom's drawers. The typewriter is one of my most precious treasures. It was an 18th birthday present collecting dust on the desk. In addition to being a real beauty there's nothing more inspiring than the sound of typewriter. </div>
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Keep it quirky and store your painting brushes in a vase. Speaking of quirky, that's possibly the main criteria here. The more obscure and peculiar the more compelling. I'm a curious person.</div>
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<i>mug • Maxwell Williams (Australia) // daily journal • Frankie (Australia) // double decker • Churchill's // phone case • Cath Kidston</i></div>
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My wardrobe is far from Carrie's astonishing walk-in, but it's a start. The clothes would be too much to feature so I'm focusing on the middle shelf. A few thick-paged fashion magazines out of which the <i>Gentlewoman</i> is my all time favourite. There's also my <i>Icons of Women's Style</i> I got for Christmas a few years ago. When in doubt, trust in Grace.</div>
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<i>envelope bag • Marc by Marc Jacobs // the Gentlewoman // <span style="font-family: inherit;">L<span style="background-color: white;">' </span>Officiel<span style="background-color: white;"> de la couture et de la mode de Paris</span> // the Marc O'Polo Diary SS/16 // Icons of Women's Style • Josh Sims</span></i></div>
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I used to do ballet when I was little and recently I got into it again. The slippers have been in my possession for just a short amount of time but have already a special place in my heart. The Louis Vuitton is a present I am almost afraid to touch and I protect it with my life once it's out. The tiny mirror is, once again, gotten from mom and at least as special as the typewriter. I like to consider it as my lucky charm.</div>
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I'm skimpy when it comes to makeup. The other day I realised I've only ever bought one palette and the rest is inherited from mom's hand-me-downs. A glorious gem of mine is the motorcycle tin box in which I keep my bobby pins and hair bobbles. I've loved this box as long as I can remember and finally sort of borrowed it and never returned it. </div>
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<i>purse • by Malene Birger // lipstick • YSL Rouge Volupte 14 // makeup brushes • Zoeva // earrings • house of Elliot // watch • Daniel Wellington // sunglasses • Vogue</i></div>
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I peeked behind the cacti. I could breath in the tropics almost as I had been back in the place below the equator. Oh the greens, the lights and the blue skies! The winter garden is a hidden paradise within cold grey February.<br />
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A little photoshoot in this magical glass house garden was definitely a brilliant pick-me-up in the middle of a dull slushy day that had already wet my shoes and killed my curls. I don't know how can it be possible I haven't tumbled into this place before – I've seen it and drove past it a million times but it never occurred to me a paradise might lie within it. Better later than never, I guess.<br />
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I was wearing this <i>Sister Jane</i> shirt that has been hanging in my closet for months and months. The leopard pattern is really amazing and fits the "jungle" theme quite well. I love the colours and the collar too not to even mention the black bow.<br />
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The earrings have a more dramatic story. Being my favourite pair of pearls I was devastated when one morning I could find only one of them. It took months and months of heart break and a one very very lucky morning that I could see something shining in the bottom of a tote bag. The joy was immeasurable and we've been inseparable ever since.<br />
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The last stop was Cairns. To be fair I was quite exhausted by this point and the tropics didn't make an effort to help. The nature seemed to love the rain and so bloomed in millions of vibrant colours. We saw the Great Barrier Reef from a helicopter and snorkelled amongst the fish. </div>
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We stayed in Trinity Beach. There was a nice walk up to the sea shore rocks on which I read Oscar Wilde and listened to Tchaikovsky. It was a pretty and calm place.</div>
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