And just like that, it's that time of year again.
We've survived the accumulated stress that always seems to bottle up somewhere mid-December, from academic and professional deadlines, the loss of a normal sleeping pattern and self-imposed urges to do something "for the last time" in the year. Entering a new year is like opening a fresh notebook with the most pristine of white pages, eagerly awaiting to pen new stories in the darkest of inks. Even though in actual fact, other than the date, nothing much changes in the transition from December to January, there's something exhilarating about the idea of starting anew. It's human nature to crave second chances, to wipe clean their stained slates, to have a sense of rebirth and rejuvenation. To atone for the mistakes in our lives over the past twelve months, we make resolutions - New Year, New You.
I for one never bother to make any for the simple fact that I know myself - I would probably think of something elaborate and unrealistic to maintain, only to disappoint myself when I break it two seconds later. Instead, the year-end holidays are a time of reflection for me.
2015 has been an exciting year, thankfully without any major hiccups, full of unbelievable opportunities that will always be cherished. Some of my highlights include starting to blog again, visiting beautiful places, meeting my many fashion heroes, attending fashion week, both in London and in Paris, getting photographed by The Sartorialist and photographing incredible women. After a turbulent and tumultuous year before, it's been an important time for self-discovery and personal growth. I'm grateful to always be surrounded with love from those nearest and dearest to me. I wouldn't be where I am today without the support of friends, old and new (you know who you are). I'm also grateful for everyone who visits my little corner of the internet, you keep the fire beneath my feet lit. And I'm grateful for heartening memories that life has offered up to me, always keeping me inspired.
One of these memories that I'm ending the year with was the afternoon I visited Regent's Park with Naomi. It was full of sensory pleasure. No matter how hard I may try, a photograph couldn't possibly capture the feeling of damp foliage beneath my feet, the Cinderella symphony of birdsong fluttering around me, the sweet smell of wet, decomposing earth nor the rush of excitement and fear whenever a squirrel attempted to climb up my leg. On days when I feel down and face a creative block, like I have been recently, these are the memories that help me to find my feet again.
I believe good things await all of us in the coming year.
Feliz Navidad, Joyeuses Fêtes, Happy New Year.
See you in 2016, kids.
Wearing: Gap - Cashmere turtleneck sweater // H&M - Trousers // Burberry - Sandringham trench coat // Prada - Sunglasses // Dune - Boots