Aava

Sometimes you encounter happiness. Good, true happiness that announces itself very quietly. Happiness that you have to listen for when it only whispers, yet it remains when you give it as you receive it. It stays from the first happy moment...

A moment when we are only for ourselves. Alone but completely. A moment in the light. Wrapped in a circle of music. A music that moves my body, and me. The movement dives into the light, casts a shadow into the darkness around it, and dances...

Putting together a mixtape with favorite songs, getting into the car, rolling down the windows, turning up the music, and singing along while cruising down country roads. Squinting into the sun, letting my elbow hang out the window, and just...

Marrakech. Through hot streets and narrow alleys. A labyrinth, then the Djemaa el Fna, the central marketplace. A snake curled around an arm. Skewered sheep heads and henna tattoos. Fire breathers and fortune tellers. Colorful fabrics and ceramics....

Stay Dirty - A name that is as unusual as it is strange for a perfume. More a stance than just a name, Stay Dirty proclaims individuality and authenticity. Staying true to oneself, not bending under the pressure of the masses. Staying different....

Dear diary, Eureka, today was a good day! You won't believe what happened to me! Today I found my signature scent. My fragrance, my perfume, and I am completely excited. Do you know that little Icelandic woman who creates art and fragrances?...

Andrea Maack's drawings resemble sculptures. DNA strands that twist into strangely intertwined patterns across paper and walls, appearing wonderfully alive. At times, they form honeycomb-like structural networks, at other times, they become...

If I were a man, I would be a secret agent, a pickpocket, or a poker player. Maybe even a foreign legionnaire, a Wall Street broker, or a lonesome cowboy. Or even a machinist on an oil rig, somewhere out at sea. I would be tinkering with...

If the world were so dry that it was on the verge of a bushfire, I would imagine it very still. So still that the wind would carry sounds over. Crackling, clacking, rolling, and clicking noises from woody plants trying to assert themselves...

Let us dance! Let us throw on furs and pelts - and dance! In the snow, outside the gates of the forest. Around a campfire, high and bright and blazing. Let us dance through the night! Until the fire has smoldered down, just a glow still...

If it were not just a word, but a place, then Atlantis or the Bermuda Triangle. Perhaps also the end of the rainbow. If it were a piece of jewelry, then the Hope Diamond. If it were a person, then Kaspar Hauser or Robin Hood, and if it were a story,...

Dry-powdery Dusty-dry Finely ground Fairy-fine dust Fine dust I can't breathe! Bois Farine settles in my airways. It fills my mouth, my nose, and my ears with finely ground dust that smells like nougat. Old nougat that has crumbled to dust...