VENICE IN FILM

First sight of Venice from the airplane.

The scene from our breakfast terrace.

Nicole caught in the wind.

Caught 'gramming the seas.

The sunny but windy weather.

The famous St Mark's Square during the daytime.

Nicole standing in St Mark's Square.

A little tourist shop exhibiting Venice's most notable souvenir, the Venetian mask.

Mother on one of Venice's 409 bridges.

Gondola's parked up after a hard day of work.

Nicole amongst the dusk of the streets.

The interior of the Doge's palace, the prison in which Casanova famously escaped from.

Signature dad pose.

Evaluating ancient wonders.

Nicole inside the Doge's palace.

When in Venice...

An outfit equipped to block out the deadly Venetian winds.

An example of Venice's quiet beauty.

My two favourite things, dad and gelatos.

Standing in a water taxi with the wind in your hair. Irreplaceable.
All photos by me or Nicole via an olympus mju 1 or olympus mju 2 zoom 100 with fujifilm 400 35mm film

Venice has always been some sort of fantasy land to me. Its the kind of place you read about 

in fairytales but never dream to be as real as concrete. So during this past Easter, half of my family and I decided to embark on a new adventure to Venezia, a place that not one of us had been to before. Travelling to a new country for the first time is enchanting and immediately I was entranced by Venice. Instead of cars, there were gondola's, instead of highways, they had canals and instead of tea, coffee, endless roasted Italian coffee. It was a completely different lifestyle and walking around Venice allowed me to fully relax and soak in every unique aspect from licking stracchino gelatos cones (a million times cheaper than london) to biting into freshly fried calamari to feeling the wind through my hair on the back of a gondola. For a brief time, I as if I were transported to a different time where Casanova was still plotting his escape from the Doge's palace and boats were the fastest way to travel from A to B. There is a certain old-timey magical quality buried in Venice's ancient palace's, vast bridges and little gelateria's.  A return back to London and uni has made me lust for all the little joys I had back in Venice but I hope that through these photos, you'll be able to feel even a shred of what I fell in love with.

Nat

LUXEMBOURG

Crop top- boutique // Jeans- thrifted// Creepers- underground

Photography by Nicole Chui

Here are some very belated outfit snaps from my much loved trip to Pariee. Luxembourg was without a doubt, one of my favourite parts of my entire trip. I had planned to visit this beautiful sight and it didn't overwhelm or underwhelm. Luxembourg was beautiful in the most civilized way possible, with its manicured lawns and stone carved sculptures. It also gave me a chance to live out my 9 year old self's Passport to Paris dreams. I've also included some outfit snaps from Montmartre, another one of my favourite parts of the trip, because they were just too lovely to pass up on. Practicality and preparation was a key part in my outfits and in heed of the unpredictable Parisian weather I donned pieces that were easily interchangeable i.e hoodie when cold, crop top when hot. But really, I just wanted an excuse to wear this crop top out, I mean it has pineapples on it, I repeat pineapples.

xoxo

nat

PS: Today marks the one month countdown until I am officially out of the 852 and in the 020! Just thinking about the packing is exhausting me.

PARIS IS ALWAYS A GOOD IDEA

Photography by me on my DSLR and Iphone 5s

Fact. Paris is always a good idea. Despite the frequent weather warnings and threats of impending wallet thieves, my sister and I ventured on a glorious trip to Paris and confirmed that Paris is indeed, always a good idea. We stayed there for a couple of days with some family friends who were kind enough to house us and show us around Paris. During our brief time there, we managed to check a few things off our 'to-do' list including visiting le Lourve, dining at Cafe de doux Moulins a la Amelie, shopping at colette and consuming as many macarons as possible. Contrary to the large amount of jpegs, this is only a tiny snippet of our holiday and being back in the 852 has diagnosed me with severe post-paris depression. Until next time, Pariee!. 

xoxo

nat