The Both Worlds Way

20251113 I love this place

13 November 2025, Moss, Warsaw

Lazy jazzhop,
so smooth I’m not even using headphones.

Coconut cappuccino,
still the best in town.

Beautiful artsy-tech-creative crowd,
my Warsaw brothers and sisters,

oh god I love this place!

Beautiful artsy-tech-creative crowd sipping on coconut cappucinos in Warsaw cafeteria ~reimagined for ghibli-inspired modern ukiyo-e popart. A timeless yet futuristic piece that could be displayed in Tate Modern.

Why do I rush so much?

Could I invite more serene moments like this back into my days?

I used to know the melody of spaciousness by heart.

And I’ve overdriven it with endless chase.

I guess I’m still learning the both worlds way.

How to be deadly efficient without loosing chill?

Can I attune my antennae to the divine, the timeless, while staying grounded in the ordinary?

How could my life feel if I let both sides finally become One?

the both worlds way - antennae attuned to the divine, the timeless, while staying grounded in the ordinary. The feeling of both sides finally becoming One. ~~Fashion editorial portrait of a figure standing in a soft spotlight, wearing a sculptural white puffer cloak inspired by a zen monk robe. Surrounded by floating translucent fabrics, caught mid-motion. Their eyes are closed, serene expression, strong jawline lit with chiaroscuro. Studio backdrop in muted cream. Painterly textures, clean set design, inspired by Vogue Italia-style shoots. –chaos 55 –ar 4:3 –raw –sref 531168650 –profile fjqtg7e –stylize 700

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Today’s entry is all about...
well... everything, a bit.

We’re already past the mandatory philosophy musing, I guess it’s time for gratitude now.

What makes my soul sing?

What made me stop, and awe-breathe?

The magnifique city of Warsaw

Half year in, my love is only growing stronger.

I wasn’t so sure if this move will work out,but so far everything is MUCH better than expected.

I love the energy here, the possibilities.

And somehow, despite all that visible movement, there’s still peace and true friendship to be found amidst the city skyline.

Every day my ex-lover feels more like Home again.

Are we forever, mutually exclusive?

Time will tell.

It’s mine, and I’m yours, for now.

And that’s lovely enough!

Taking Hugi to galleries

One thing I didn’t have on my twenties’ bingo card was how huge of an art freak will I become.

Who could have thought something so “impractical” (old me’s words) could become my life force and daily choice?

Today’s visit to Zachęta (Modern Art Museum) with my beloved Sonny was my favourite museum visit so far.

So. many showstoppers.

And the fact I’m sharing this with my boo, invite him into the colorful, intense, unpredictable, awe-inspiring world of craft?

Delight!

Being okay with being in-between

I’m learning to be fine with ambiguity and unknown of liminal spaces.

There is a voice in me, commander on duty, who’s boiling from all the questions that currently fill my life.

Easy, fella.

Solutions will come in the right time.

Meanwhile, can you be a bit more chill in the waiting?

Could you at least not scream in desperate, foaming around your mouth?

Look how beautiful the present is.

Do you really want to miss it, fast forward to the “better” time that never comes?

Escape the threadmill!

Long coats, cosy cafes, autumn

I was terrified of the post-summer Poland.

Staying over fall & winter, again, was not on my lottery draft.

And here we are, actually enjoying the short day season to the degree unfanthomable.

I never knew my heart was so warm until I stayed the winter
—A.Camus (Bartosz T remix)

I never knew my heart was so warm until I stayed the winter.” Poland dissolves into a cosmic street mural — cherry blossoms spray-painted over snow, Zen brushstrokes battling neon chaos. Vogue models become floating ink spirits in oversized coats, sipping tea with foxes made of stickers and sound. Ghibli clouds wear sunglasses; golden kanji symbols burst like confetti; graffiti hearts drip onto the cobblestones in slow motion. Everything glows and clashes — pop colors, sacred nonsense, divine doodles. Steam, laughter, and poetry spill across the walls. It’s not a city anymore — it’s a fever dream of fashion, foxfire, and friendship, screaming warmth through chaos, absurdity, and absolute art.

The evening ahead

Top Model? ✓ Herb(s) ✓ My favourite madame, misseuse, mademoiselle? ✓

What’s life about if not enjoying those ⧽ ⧽extra ⧽ ⧽ordinary Moments?

Find beauty in the mundane and your life will feel like magic again.

Oh my way, one day at my time :)