I’m getting a bit more personal than usual today, so please, brace for impact.
Last year, something shifted in me and in my blogging journey. I was living one of the most amazing experiences of my life during the making of How the French Live, knocking on strangers’ homes whom I had connected only through email exchanges, and shooting their home, speaking for hours with them, hearing their stories, their memories, their struggles, their joys. It was magical, and when I was returning to this space, it just did not feel right. I was sharing beautiful interiors and content, but it felt like it lacked substance. It lacked the reality and the real story of that interior, the one we can relate to as human beings.
There was a disconnect between what I was going through, and the ‘sameness’ and the ‘safeness’ of this blog, its look, and its content. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve already shared with you how I feel about beautiful interiors and curating amazingly well put spaces. But when I was visiting all these families, I was also experiencing a strong human connection with them. Since I was alone with my camera and lenses and legal forms and a voice recorder, trying to hustle it all at once – and sometimes failing terribly at it – I was able to view and perceive interiors in a whole new way. Not just pretty spaces, but spaces with memories, stories from their owners, I could see the shining eyes of the hostess when she was telling me about her favorite piece in her décor, or the family stories of sharing all their meals on that very special kitchen table. Objects were not just pretty, they meant something. And as the bond between the family and me occurred, it was even more magical to be able to connect so deeply with people – who were strangers to me only a few hours ago – over a shared impromptu meal after the photoshoot had ended.
And I’d come back here, feeling like I was expected to post beautiful, but random interiors. I honestly don’t know why I felt expected in any way, surely not by you guys. In the past, we’ve discussed similar topics, like this post, and you were always super supportive of me evolving with my blog. Maybe it was me, I had it in me, but the timing wasn’t right.
And then, after months of soul searching, something shifted in me. A strong shift from within, a need, an urge to let go. Completely let go, be myself unapologetically. A human loving humans and beautiful interiors, and aiming at inspiring people to live their décor more authentically.
So, I decided to change. Everything. Me [more on that soon!], the look of the blog, [happening very soon now], and the tone of it – more authentic, more visual and more than ever with my authentic voice and photography. I’m still trying to figure out how to articulate all of this in one space, so please bear with me if I’m not as present as usual these days. I’m thinking it through, assessing, asking myself what it is I can bring to this blogging community and to you. I recently read a quote on Marie Claire that said “What’s the point of learning if you’re not sharing with others?” This resonates so much in me! I think this is it, I feel the magic, I can sense it. Maybe that’s what it feels like to find your real purpose. Love and light, always. Si-
Pictured : The beautiful – and so very Parisian – entryway of Elodie and Lily. The extra long curtain masks the (sometimes) messy kitchen in such a theatrical way! Photography by me for How the French Live.