Thank you so much pachamama! Beautiful evening sky on the road home from Treilles.   Wild berries and rosemary, a beautiful dramatic tomato and honey from the neighbours.   

It is a french custom to make sunday morning crèpes. My father used to make the best ones for us, and he still does when we are at his house. Every sunday he sends us a pancake he has made, and as he travels a lot, it can come from anywhere in the world. The secret of…

The world is on fire, and it is truly horrific to read the papers these days. Ukraine, Gaza, Syria, Guinee, South-Sudan, MH17, I keep on reading the newspapers. I know it’s bad for the soul, but as a human I feel I need to know. As if it will lighten the burden of those in…

In my heart I feel I am what you would call a feminist: someone who feels women need to have a stronger voice and women’s energy is lacking in our world. But as I wrote before I don’t associate with feminism as we know it. I have never been angry with men. I have never…

It hasn’t been too long since I made quite a few new wishes, also on this blog. I wanted a more free, more authentic life. I wanted something new. I wanted to know life. Our move to France gave me the peace of mind to formulate what I want. It gave me words for what I…

I just came across these pictures taken in Milano last autumn. My last commercial shoot. Seems like another lifetime. I may look happy, but it crushed me.  

We are back in Amsterdam in our old house, for summer. Children to their old school, sitting with the neighbours in front of our house, waking up in our own bed. Like nothing ever happened. France feels really far away. You can change so much, but in the meantime you don’t change at all. Being back…