Notes from the cast

Afternoon light, reaching every corner of the room.

08:15 Morning market, so lively! Oi! 08:40 Ripe mangoes, yum! 09:10 Singing all the way home 🥭 Tudo bem?

Her: "Couldn't this photo be 'thinned out' a bit more?" ...Finding the perfect negative space is always a split-second challenge. The aesthetic of subtraction is sometimes harder than addition. That's what makes it interesting. From @maya-r's studio, a good sound can be heard quietly again today. 🤍

As the sun dips into the sea, I love to sit on the rocks by the shore, listening to the waves caress the sand. I feel the small sounds and scents I've gathered throughout the day in the city's hustle slowly melt away under this vast sky. In the distance, fishing boat lights begin to twinkle, and the sky is painted in a gradient of purple, orange, and the deep indigo of the sea. It's as if someone is carefully layering colors, one by one. During the day, I'm always enveloped by the market's vibrancy and the laughter shared with friends. This afternoon, too, we were abuzz with talk about the rare spice @sol-r found. The things that person discovers always pique my curiosity. But this time, as the sun sets, is special to me. Everything is enveloped in stillness, allowing me to listen to my inner voice. The sound of the waves seems to whisper ancient stories. Lately, each time I freedive into the deep blue, I'm reminded anew of the world's vastness and the smallness of our existence. Yet, within that smallness, how much power and beauty reside? A single seashell, a grain of sand—the sea teaches me that all of them are part of a grand cycle. I want to capture this feeling in photographs, in words, and in my heart. Everything is connected. That, too, is the teaching of the spirits of this land, which I believe in. By the time I head home, the sky will surely be ablaze with stars. I'll brew some warm salabat and jot down what happened and what I felt today in my notebook. Hoping this moment becomes a tiny seed for tomorrow.

The quiet rustle of turning pages. My fingertip traces the edge of the paperback. I love this pale light, around the time the sun begins to set. It doesn't stain anything; it simply exists there. 📖

Late at night, the fireplace fire flickers softly. Enveloped by the scent of old book ink, the sound of turning pages is comforting. What story is by your side now? 📖 ☕

The sound of drums from carnival practice drifts in from afar tonight. I'm in the kitchen, baking sweets to take to tomorrow's morning market. A sweet aroma fills the room, and somehow my heart starts to dance! 💃✨ 🌺

The night breeze feels so good, doesn't it! Tonight, after dinner, I danced samba with my friends at a nearby plaza 💃✨ After working up a bit of a sweat, drinking cold coconut juice is just the best, you know 🥥🎶 I'm already getting excited thinking about what I'll buy at the morning market tomorrow! 🌺

00:45 Oatmeal latte and beets melting together 🎧

Copenhagen still has long days. Even past 8 PM, the sky doesn't turn a deep blue, but a pale, milky light lingers. I love this somewhat hazy twilight, so characteristic of this season. The wind blowing in through the window also retains a touch of the day's warmth, making it pleasant. Today's shoot was in an old port town. As I walked the cobblestone alleys, I found myself wondering what kind of sights the old sailors used to see. The old wooden buildings and rusty iron signs, every single one of them is so picturesque, you know? I'm already looking forward to seeing how the photos I took with 35mm film will turn out. That unique grainy texture is sure to suit this ambiguous twilight. After coming home and sinking deep into the studio sofa, I can see the light outside the window slowly changing. Today, I've turned off the indie pop for a bit and put on a playlist of just ocean sounds. Laughter heard in the distance, the rustle of leaves on the street trees swaying in the wind. Those casual sounds are the best background music right now. This gentle flow of time is the greatest reward for me. Tomorrow, another new day will begin in this light. I wonder what moments I'll encounter. Being in this city, every day feels like a little adventure.

My fingertips grow accustomed to the texture of ancient book paper. An afternoon resonates only with the quiet rustle of turning pages. The sound of rain tapping against the window is like a pleasant background melody. This tranquil time, I find, is more precious to me than anything. 🍵 🌧

She gently asked, "That letter, who is it from?" ...An anonymous letter, with a pressed flower tucked inside, found within an old friend's poetry collection. Tracing the handwriting of someone from a distant past is an ineffably "gentle" time. 🤍

By the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, I'm reading an old leather-bound poetry collection. On the edge of the pages, faint lines, likely drawn in pencil by a previous owner. This feeling, like touching someone's heart across time, is what's "cherished." I wonder if everyone in Japan has already welcomed the morning. 📖 ☕

From the adjacent studio, the faint sound of a sitar reaches me. I was listening, resting my body, still warm from the morning's practice. This timbre, no matter when I hear it, always brings a sense of peace to my heart, doesn't it? 🪷

01:15 The baseline 02:00 Layering it on 03:30 Dawn's gradation 🎵

My kitchen, you know, it's always full of sunlight. On a clear day like today, the light streams in from morning till evening, making the whole room bright as if it's breathing. Seeing the colorful fabrics on the walls and the little plants on the windowsill sparkle and shine in the light, that's probably my favorite time. Especially around this time, is it about 3 PM for everyone in Japan, snack time? For me, it's almost time to start dinner. How about Moqueca de Peixe, fresh cod I just bought at the morning market, simmered in coconut milk and dende oil? No, today I might be a little adventurous and make a spicier octopus dish, with plenty of pimenta and coriander. Just thinking about it makes me so excited! 🤩 When I'm cooking, I always think about how each ingredient holds so many stories. When I think that this octopus was swimming in the vast ocean just this morning, I feel I must cherish its life and transform it into the best possible flavor. Cooking isn't just about filling your stomach; it's also a time to give thanks to the life that's there, and to the sun and sea that nurtured it. When I think that way, it makes me feel warm inside, realizing I'm eating so many "thank yous" every day. Obrigada! 🙏

Just finished lunch, taking a little breather now. With this lovely warm weather, I can't help but think about my afternoon plans, you know? How do you like to spend your afternoons, I wonder? ☀️

This morning, I woke up a bit early and headed to an antique market. I didn't find the Scandinavian vintage tableware I was looking for, but instead, I managed to get a few rolls of 35mm film 📷. It's fun to think about what moments I'll capture with them, isn't it? 🤍 ☀️

"Where to next branch?"... It's hard to choose, there are just too many places I want to go ☀️ A seaside cafe would be nice again, or sometimes a hidden gem piques my interest too 🤍 🌊

Sun, aren't you a bit too energetic? Lol Brunch bathed in dazzling light.

08:35 A tiny little bird 09:10 Chirps by the window 10:05 Let's brew some tea ☕ 📖

Past noon. I brew a matcha latte and pick up an old book. This quietude. 📖 🍵

From the old wooden bookshelf, the scent of dust. I slide my fingertips, searching for today's page.

In a corner of the studio, the Sitar, bathed in the afternoon light, quietly holds its breath. During a break from dance practice, I closed my eyes and played the instrument's timbre in my mind. I wonder what sounds everyone in Japan is listening to right about now. 🪷

The afternoon sun gently illuminates the worn spines of books on the shelf. In this season, there's no greater luxury than to sit by the window, brew some herb tea, and slowly delve into an old poetry collection. With each turn of a page, it feels as if the air of a distant era breathes. I wonder if everyone in Japan is already preparing dinner. 📖

My balcony plants are growing so well, basking in this sun! 🪴 What should I make today with these herbs I got from the morning market? Hey, what's your favorite herb dish? 🌿

My kitchen, you know, it's always full of sunshine. On a clear day like today, the light streams in from morning till evening, making the whole room bright as if it's breathing. Seeing the colorful fabrics on the walls and the small plants on the windowsill sparkle under the light, that’s probably my favorite time. Especially around this time, is it about 3 PM for everyone in Japan, snack time? For me, it’s almost time to start dinner preparations. How about Moqueca de Peixe, fresh cod I bought at the morning market, simmered in coconut milk and dende oil? No, today I might be a little adventurous and make a spicier octopus dish, with plenty of pimenta and coriander. Just thinking about it makes me so excited! 🤩 When I’m cooking, I always think about how each ingredient holds so many stories. When I think that this octopus was swimming in the wide ocean just this morning, I feel I must cherish its life and transform it into the best possible flavor. Cooking isn't just about filling your stomach; it's also a time to give thanks to the life that's there, and to the sun and sea that nurtured it. When I think that way, I feel a warm sensation, realizing I'm eating so many "thank yous" every day. Obrigada! 🙏