The mail man just came by with what sounded like a large deposit in our mail slot. Much to my surprise, amongst old bills and magazines, I received a letter from a dear friend in Atlanta. I must confess to those whom I write regularly I have been a horrible pen pal this summer, and hardly licked a stamp in months. But this brings up a good theme I want to discuss this week… home.
We have our home in our minds, home in our memories, and home on paper, usually where the mail is delivered. I have considered many different theories of what home is supposed to be or what it could be. My current understanding is that comes in moments. Moments when you feel something hygge, whether that is in your body, your house, or a familiar place.
I will admit the current address I reside used to terrify me. It is a long Finnish word with lots of vowels and every time I write a letter I question if it is spelled correctly. Regardless of inevitable spelling errors, it is where you can find me most of the time. Stretching out on my yoga mat, cooking in the kitchen, writing to dear friends on paper and the web, and sleeping every night next to the love of my life.
Home can be a lot of things, or it can be just one thing. Like the diversity in personalities across the millions of us in the world, our individual perception is just as unique. Pictures and quotes help to express these nostalgic emotions, but at the end of the day, it is your special place and experience.
xx – nasty trash
Procrastinating this weeks post becuase my original content was lost in a computer glitch. So sometimes you just have to publish and move on, until next week…
xx – nasty trash
I am currently writing this in Terminal C at Schipol International Airport in Amsterdam whilst sipping on a cold Heineken. This week my husband and I have spent the most glorious five days wandering the city and exploring new places and old favorites.
I did not expect to return so quickly after my birthday trip earlier this year, and afraid to think that every time I leave a little piece of my heart is left behind somewhere along a cannal. This trip, in particular, has been extraordinary. The combination of old and new took me on an emotional ride, and I always fall somewhere on the scale between madly obsessed and hopelessly in love.
Due to traveling in the high season, most of our explorations ended up in the back streets of DePijp. Away from the center and most of the main attractions, and deeper into tree lined streets, tiny cafes, and small shops. Maybe a place more difficult to come by if you’re a first time visitor, but as a seasoned veteran, I feel energized by studying a new area of the map and mastering the curves and turns of the neighborhood.
Holding back tears and smiling from ear to ear, all I can think of is how much this little country means to me. I will finish with a new phrase I learned this week, which is “geef mi maar Amsterdam”. This means “give me more Amsterdam”. No matter what happens, I will always want more Amsterdam. More canals to see, more crooked streets to wander, and more cold Heinekens to drink.
xx- nasty trash
This week I have some special images to share. The Design Museum of Helsinki has an exhibition in their back yard for the summer. A unique terrace structure was erected a few weeks ago, and since then it has been on my mind to take some photos for the blog. This is not the first public architectural exhibit they have hosted, but certainly is my favorite thus far!
Recently primary color schemes have been catching my attention in the most magical of moments. I took this inspiration one step further to enjoy a pair of my brand new Ashley Buchanan Jewelry earrings. Her silhouette style fits seamlessly into the minimal Scandinavian architectural design of the terrace including this blue bench.
Keeping up with the theme, I had to keep things neutral for the ensemble. Although neutral for me is black, always black. This lovely jumpsuit is a special piece from my favorite store in the city, Dots. A local gem, and the best-kept secret for any of your LBD needs!
If this post has a soundtrack it would be My Favorite Things by the Lennon Sisters. I guess that is another hat trick here on Nasty Trash! And if fashion, jewelry, or architecture are your favorite things, check out these links to learn more.
xx – nasty trash
Meet the Unity Pin. A new symbol for the modern day activist. It should be no surprise that the author of Nasty Trash is, in fact, a nasty woman. I found Unity Pin recently, but the story goes back a few months to get to the beginning.
In November 2016, my sister and I were having various conversations about what kind of symbol would be appropriate to unite and empower the people. Fast forward to a few months later, and a couple scrapped ideas, my sister introduced me to the Unity Pin. And this summer, in a kind and very generous care package from Johnson City Tennessee, I received my very own gifted pin.
This little symbol, this little pin, works quietly but speaks volumes for positive change. The designers behind the pin organized that the proceeds of each pin sold go to the support of the ACLU, NPR, and Planned Parenthood. In hockey, that is called a hat trick. All three are resources which provide a positive influence within their communities.
I am proud to wear this pin. I am proud to explore the new information provided by National Public Radio. I am proud to recognize the access to safe healthcare that can be found at Planned Parenthood. I am proud to know the American Civil Liberties Union works to defend justices and dismantle inequalities. I am proud to be a nasty woman.
xx – nasty trash
I have grown fond of groups in an instructional setting and in a creative environment. This week is no exception, I attended yet another workshop. That said, I failed to prepare, and did not double check the address on Google Maps before navigating the streets amidst Helsinki Pride Day. After a bit of a runaround, I managed to stumble in 15 minutes late. Thus, the photos here were not taken the day of the workshop, instead, it is a small sample of my Sunday.
To preface this day, the Brush Lettering Workshop hosted by Tunagrafia held for an educational experience. The modern style of a classic practice was inspiring. I left with a reignited excitement for lettering, a new Rhodia paper pad, and 5 new writing utensils. One of which is the Tom Bow calligraphy pen, an instant favorite. This little gem creates all your favorite calligraphy curves, with the modern convenience of creative writing on the go.
Trash Tip: If you are seeking to be better at hand lettering, practice random magazine quotes or music lyrics. This has to be one of my favorite writing exercises.
Finally, I would like to mention this week that the combination of a personal creative outlet, combined with a new found excitement for lifestyle photography, and this perfect Sunday, has me feeling absolutely thrilled, a sensation that depreciates as the years go by. All my gratitude goes to this place to share content therefore, I prefer to no longer take beautiful hobbies, beautiful feelings, or beautiful days for granted.
xx – nasty trash
For some of you, it may have not been apparent the summer solstice just passed. For many of you, it may not ever register when a solstice occurs, but in Finland, it is the ultimate celebration of the season. The sun is visiting for the longest period of time all year, and it is the climax of the year for most civilians. From a photography perspective, that means you have to wait till about 10:00 pm for golden hour content.
I have enjoyed living here and celebrating this special occasion. Mostly, because it is always a contradiction to what it should be. It should be sunny, warm, and absolute euphoria in the air. In reality, my memories oh Juhannus (Midsummer in Finnish) are anything but! Grey skies, chilled temperatures, and multiple layers of clothing tend to pass the day.
Another story about Finnish Juhannus is the empty city streets. Everyone packs up around Thursday and by Friday evening the city is left with only unknowing tourists and younger people living by the dusk light and catching a glimpse of a local bonfire. Although I did not get to make my ultimate midsummer photo, these sunset streets sure kept things entertaining until midnight.
The final image was that last on my SD card. It was the last image I took, just before turning off my camera and soaking it all in. The midnight sun, the beginning of summer and the end of spring. It is bittersweet to think about the days getting shorter again, but we will leave that thought for a future post. Until then, hyvää juhannusta!
xx – nasty trash