Author: stephhalexis

Poem & Pictures from Warsaw

After finishing my first year of university in Paris, the following two days were spent packing away my Parisian life and its belongings into three suitcases and a few bags, storing them away, eating sushi and wandering around Paris with a friend. Travelling was next on the agenda and i packed away my things to hop on a morning plane the next day to go to Berlin, Warsaw and London. Packing away all of my things for storage while i am away from Paris for the summer was a strange process. Realising the unimportance of so many of the items and clothes i owned and realising that if i were to lose a suitcase in the sea, the world wouldn’t stop spinning. But regardless, i packed it all up and went on my way. Berlin was a fast paced sum of events that were washed away with the rain that fell when we arrived. Tourist attractions, a breathtaking hotel, delicious meals and attending a memorable event for my dads work. A rushed array of little …

Peonies & Colourful Streets

A few weeks ago, the rain drizzled and avocado toast and flowers were on my mind. I met two friends at a small, lovely cafe called Peonies in the 10th arrondissement, the first cafe in Paris to sell flowers and coffee both in the same place. I wore my light pink jumper purely to match with the colours of the cafe. Small details that maybe only I notice but it’s the small things in life after all. I loved every part of the cafe, from it’s pastel pink tables to the floral artwork on its walls to the perfectly prepared avocado toast that successfully satisfied my cravings. Next time I go, I will definitely try their lovely looking sweet treats and will purchase a bouquet of flowers in the spring time and happily stroll along the streets of Paris with a full heart and soul.   The next weekend, I ventured out to rue Cremieux, which I had seen to promise colourful houses nestled away from Paris’s historic architecture, similar to houses in Notting Hill, which is one of my …

Hello Again.

Finding words to introduce a personal, creative space is always leaves me trying to avoid introductory cliches and feeling a little lost for words. I created this blog just over a year ago but was never in the right frame of mind to keep it up. However, I’ve always loved the feeling of a new year and a fresh start so here we are again. My name is Stephanie (Steph) and I am currently twenty years old. I was born and raised in England on the 6th of July 1996. When I was ten, I moved to Cape Town but after nine long years, I decided Europe was truly my home. So in 2016, I moved to my dream city, Paris, for university to study Film, while my lovely parents moved to Spain with my two beautiful basset hounds.    I find happiness in expressing myself through the mixing of writing, photography and videography to produce my own muddled world of expression. I hope for this blog to be my own creative outlet through my love for writing, photography …

Being in my own world.

As most nineteen year olds, and everyone else at some point in their lives, I’ve been terribly confused as to what I want to do for the rest of my life and have felt baffled at the question of who I actually am as a person and how I fit into the world. One thing I knew for sure was that I needed to be exploring my imagination and growing my creativity. But was never entirely sure how or if I was even good enough or capable to do so. But something I’ve only learnt recently, with the help of so many wonderful and kind souls, is that I don’t need to complicate life and myself so much. I just need to know that I am enough. Simple. I need to trust that the path I’m on, no matter how puzzling it all may seem, as it is leading me to where I need to be.  In recent days, I’ve found myself realising that the mundane and monotonous idealisations of reality is sometimes something that …

Autumn in Paris.

Ambling amongst orange and yellow painted leaves, my third time in this beautiful city, I felt a deep connection once again. A motivation, an inspiration flowing through the breeze and a sense of serenity amidst the overly active minds of the beings around me.  As around every corner, there is a new place to explore, a new shade of green and a new opportunity to unearth a part of yourself that may have been buried under your former roots of existence Aesthetically aged buildings fill the city, with their grey painted roofs and little chimneys, each expelling their own memoirs, conversations and alluring concealed whispers tangled in between wisps of smoke. It’s neutral tones of beige, green, monochromes and browns added to the simplicity of the city, along with the elegant style that fills every pathway.  The view of the city from Arc du Triomphe was something I never thought my eyes would be able to see. The mist that filled the skies made it even more magical to experience. The roads were framed with overgrown broccoli …

Some little things about me.

1// I was born in England and spent my early childhood there until I was ten when I moved to Cape Town with my parents. I consider myself British (and half Greek) as England is where I feel most connected to and at home. 2// I’m an only child and while I do have two amazing older half sisters that live in England, I’ve never lived with them and still consider myself an only child. Spending my whole life being alone with myself a lot, I’ve grown to love my own company (a little too much) and have become quite an independent person. Until I need my parents to make phone calls for me, do my washing and all those fun adult responsibilities that I have yet to tackle.   3// I love slow, relaxing mornings. There’s something inspiring about the hours just before or after sunrise where you have nowhere to go and no one to be, that bring a sense of serenity. A time to yourself to just be you, manifest your intentions for the day or …