Čini mi se da bih, i da se nađem sama na pustom ostrvu, bez kalendara i sata, uspela da prepoznam nedelju. Ima taj neki čudan prizvuk i miris. Prosto se oseti u vazduhu. I dok mi je kao klinki nedelja bila najomrženiji dan, nekako sa godinama sam počela da volim taj ritual sačinjen od dokoličarenja, izležavanja u krevetu ili pak besciljnih šetnji i lenjog ispijanja kafe u omiljenom kafiću. Ova poslednja, čiji sam delić putem fotografija podelila sa vama, mirisala mi je na vrelo mleko sa medom, bruskete, parfem mog dragog i novi sivi kaput...Sto se mene tiče: perfect combination!
It seems to me that I would be able to recognize the Sunday, even If I find myself alone on a desert island without a calendar and clock. Sunday has some strange tone and smell. You can just feel it in the air. And while I was younger Sunday was not at all my favorite day, somehow through the years I began to love the ritual consists of loitering, lying around in bed or long walks and lazy drinking coffee at your favorite coffee shop. This last one, which little part I am sharing with you with these photos, smelled like hot milk with honey, bruschetta, the perfume of my beloved and new gray coat ... As for me: perfect combination!
dress: BERSHKA; coat: BY ZOE; socks: P... S...; boots: BATA;
gloves: ALDO; bag: PULL&BEAR; scarf: HAND MADE









































































