• about me
  • menu
  • categories
  • Katerina Jane

    Katerina Jane

    I can't seemingly sum up my profession in a mere word or two. I write, photograph, style, paint and explore, I just yearn to create. That is what I do, I create, whether it's through words, image or film, this site is a documentation of just that. You'll find editorial pieces, short stories, vintage finds and secret getaways all here, not just of fashion but of literature, art and history too. Don't be a stranger & I hope you enjoy my content. With love, Kat

    THAT GIRL







    I used to be that girl, the one constantly running through the woods, picking up worms, building the most unpractical but exciting dens. I still am her, she lingers deep inside me, beneath the structured outfits, the make up and poses. She's coming out more lately, slowly emerging as the weather changes from sun to rain, embracing it, rather than seeing it as being a frustration. 
    Sat on the edge between our French doors, I watched simply as my pups played outside in the humid heat, watched as the pollen danced through the subtle breathes of air - the skies were turning, a midst of grey deviously appearing. That smell of rainfall was near, I could imagine most Englishmen running indoors, swearing of grievance that the sun never lasts, people racing to catch their washing before it's drenched. I didn't move. A huge raindrop fell onto me, shocked me in fact, the cold wet against my flushed skin normally'd be enough to send me indoors, but I just stayed put and laughed. Why should I get irritated by the turns of nature, when all I've wanted for 3 days, was clean fresh air amongst the hot and bothering heat? This rainfall is warm, it's opposing and sweet, compared the cold, achey days we normally suffer from 60 - 80% of our time here in England. 
    Investing in balance, appreciating and accepting the changes and embracing the dirt, you'll see that mother nature can be a wonderful and beautiful sight and experience.


    top (is actually a skirt) - Zara      light blue denim shorts - House of Denim      white shorts - Ralph Lauren







    I used to be that girl, the one constantly running through the woods, picking up worms, building the most unpractical but exciting dens. I still am her, she lingers deep inside me, beneath the structured outfits, the make up and poses. She's coming out more lately, slowly emerging as the weather changes from sun to rain, embracing it, rather than seeing it as being a frustration. 
    Sat on the edge between our French doors, I watched simply as my pups played outside in the humid heat, watched as the pollen danced through the subtle breathes of air - the skies were turning, a midst of grey deviously appearing. That smell of rainfall was near, I could imagine most Englishmen running indoors, swearing of grievance that the sun never lasts, people racing to catch their washing before it's drenched. I didn't move. A huge raindrop fell onto me, shocked me in fact, the cold wet against my flushed skin normally'd be enough to send me indoors, but I just stayed put and laughed. Why should I get irritated by the turns of nature, when all I've wanted for 3 days, was clean fresh air amongst the hot and bothering heat? This rainfall is warm, it's opposing and sweet, compared the cold, achey days we normally suffer from 60 - 80% of our time here in England. 
    Investing in balance, appreciating and accepting the changes and embracing the dirt, you'll see that mother nature can be a wonderful and beautiful sight and experience.


    top (is actually a skirt) - Zara      light blue denim shorts - House of Denim      white shorts - Ralph Lauren

    . Thursday, 9 June 2016 .

    No comments

    Post a Comment

    popular posts

    WANTING SOMETHING NEW?