Osho said : if you suffer it is because of you, if you feel blissful it is because of you. Nobody else is responsible – only you and you alone. You are your hell and your heaven too. It is interesting how I always come to quote Osho before my exams, as if meditation only occurred through hardship and after a couple of make-up… Read more

Back to Geneva not only means back to my little routine (which includes delicious coffee x2 and tons of computer work), but also back to my usual wardrobe struggles. Ever spent hours complaining on how you have nothing to wear in front of an overloaded closet? Yeah I know, not the first world’s problem, at least not until you’re running late and are still… Read more

I said it before and will say it again: London is a place that pushes me into denim looks and nothing can change that. From the wild flare jeans I wore on my first day in this rainy city, to the absolutely savage but perfectly cool oversize jacket I wore on the second day (by the way both pieces are from the same brand,… Read more

Whenever I think of London, I see ripped denim and rain – call it stereotype but that’s the pattern of each of my trips to this city. My last London experience was no exception, almost two weeks ago I surprised Charles with a little gateway for his 28th birthday and, after packing my wildest jeans, we flew to UK’s capital, where we stayed in… Read more

I just came back from a press trip in Gstaad, and before staring to work for my upcoming university exams (damn) and the articles from London (got two planned for you!), I wanted to quickly come back to the outfit I wore in Paris, when I attended the Clarins Academie event, for this particular look had a very nice feedback from the Instagram… Read more

This won’t come as the surprise to those following me on Instagram : a few days ago Charles and I made a quick stop in Paris to attend the Clarins Académie event – a fun party held in a gorgeous mansion on Avenue Hoche where we were the only swiss influencers. When we arrived at the location, I was immediately struck by the fact… Read more

I like waking up in Geneva, walking down the Boulevard Georges Favon with the morning sunshine warming my back, crossing the milling bank district where my shadow reflects in the glass walls like hundreds of sea waves, going up to the city’s old town that is always calm and restful. There is an arcade I particularly like there, one where the Geneva-born brand called… Read more