Here is a special something to wear on your shoulders.
Gorgeous work by Roza Khamitova from Kazakhstan. Inspired by wild birds, Roza designs all these unique cotton and silk scarves.
Spread your wings and fly.
There are special little moments in life that will stay engraved in my mind until I become old and too tired too remember anything. Sometimes it only takes a sniff of an old cologne to bring back those precious memories.
Just like deja vu, the scents stay with me and take me traveling down the memory lane. So, I choose scents not to smell great to others but to freeze seasons, chapters of life on my memory forever… It is a quirky habit of mine but It works. Whenever I smell lavender, I remember the time in Scotland; fresh cut grass smell takes me to summers by the pool; water lilies to my high school years, and white musk to that special date.
This little quirk involves a lot of searching for the “good stuff”… the good stuff being the next favourite scent, that special made essence that will mark the next travel or season or year of my life.
Now that my current bottle of perfume is reaching its end, the next step is to get my hands on some “Atelier Rebul” Eau de cologne. I’m dreaming of fig or jasmine…
Create in late 19th century, in Istanbul during the last period of the Ottoman Empire, Pharmacy Rebul create their first cologne in 1938, Lavanda Rebul that soon became famous among Istanbul’s gentlemen. Its prestige grew quickly. It became a sign of sophistication among men, and its consistent quality the secret of the brand’s long history.
We can still find Atelier Rebul at its original address but today we will get, not just the famous lavender cologne, but a much broader choice of fragrances for both men and women, and skin care products. Atelier Rebul is on the bucket list for a future stop at Istanbul.
When you live in a city, you pay attention to the most trivial things… You noticed the smallest changes on the streets you walk on a daily basis.
In Porto, Rivoli Theatre is impossible to miss. Back in the day, during those bright cold mornings, I used to look at it while seated at the bus stop waiting for the 301 to take me to campus. People rushing by on the busy plaza, walking in to the cafes for a quick espresso before work… I was so far from imagining I would be living in KL 5 years later.
At the time, I strongly believed Porto to be the coolest city. I didn’t have any arguments to back this up… Other than it felt right to be where I was. Old bustling Porto was where I belonged.
Looking back, I’m still pretty much smitten by that city. And proud, so proud… Porto people know how to do cool. They are tough, they are brutally honest, they are not afraid to face life and build new things. They do the best they can with what they have, and they take care of their city the best they know how.
And even amidst all the economical struggle, the brave ones keep opening great places: cafes, bars, galleries, hostels.
Now, I’m not alone when I claim Porto is one of the coolest cities. Trivago also shares my opinion: Porto has one of the coolest hostels in Europe.
Check this out: Rivoli Cinema Hostel
Perfect place for movie lovers and the location is ideal to go and discover downtown Porto. It is very affordable, with great room decor inspired on famous movies and a sunny terrace for a relaxing sunset drink.
Source: O Porto Cool
Find your workplace balance! I’ve always been told that the nature is the perfect escape from a busy life. It happens that when you’re stuck in a office during the week, the solution is to bring the nature to you.
Stratera reminds us of that . Stratera plants is a design project that researches and uses the therapeutic properties of plants to improve our working environment. The result of this work is an object made for the working space. The plants, nestled in ceramic pots, balance in a metal structure supported by a stone base. The two halves represent the physical and mental wellbeing that make us whole. We think of it as a gentle reminder to keep balance in your working life.
Quem se lembra daquelas longas tardes sem aulas, no tempo da velha Primária, em que nos deixavam andar à solta, todos juntos pelas ruas da aldeia com a única peocupação de encontrar algo de divertido para fazer até ser horas de voltar para casa?
Eu lembro-me de passar muitas tardes a saltar à corda até não poder mais. E só quando as pernas começavam a dar sinais de cansaço é que ía lanchar: um leite com chocolate e as bolachas maria do costume.
Não tinha tempos livres nem atividades extra-curriculares porque também não precisava. Fazíamos exercício até mais não, sujávamos a camisola e rompíamos as meias mas aprendíamos coisas novas uns com os outros, mais que não fosse a pregar partidas aos vizinhos…
Dizem que saltar à corda não é coisa de crescidos mas ao ver cordas assim, dá-me uma certa vontade de as experimentar só para ver se ainda não lhe perdi o jeito.Para descobrir na CasaX