“Her skin was white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.”
Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Snow White
A classic story about beauty and monstrosity, kindness and jealousy, innocence and hatred
A story about the girl with pure heart and her cruel stepmother, who couldn’t bear being worse in any way. We all know that story, of course. But what if it was totally different?
Continue reading ➞ Victorian Snow White at Liberton Kirk
There is a place in Ediburgh, where I’m going every time I want to feel like in a fairytale.
Hidden in a small city valley, which used to be a grain milling area over 800 years ago. Today, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the wind of history there, blowing between magnificent victorian court, gray brick buildings reminding of medieval times and colourful houses by the river.
Continue reading ➞ 70s’ vibes at Dean Village