Finally back in Los Angeles after spending almost a month cruising through Europe and particularly Paris… what a blast it was to be able to walk around these beautiful streets and have a croissant each morning. Needless to say that I got my daily dose of litterature and brought back a bit too many books. Although I was happy that for once my bagage overweight was not due to excess clothing. It’s all for the culture! Paris has been a treat, it felt good to see all our friends and enjoy some creative, inspiring time. I got to hang in the studio, and wander around in Le Marais, get lost and find new cafés and restaurants where to brunch. Thanks to one of my dear friends, I’ve recently discovered a burning love for matcha. Paris would have been the last place I would have thought of when it comes to matcha consumption but hey, we found the cutest matcha café in le Marais called Umami with some of the sickest matcha cookies.  E-ve-ry-thing. Ok moving on!

Now I am back in Cali-california, under the hot sun and the sweet air… as I look out by the window I see the palm trees rising to the sky and nothing could make me happier than that. I’m back in town to get some work done in the studio. Working on the album people, work, work, workiin. So far, so good. Doing this project has been so satisfying, challening, amazing… When I make music it’s probably when I feel the happiest. I’m letting it all go, letting it all out for the sake of art and of creating something new. A new unique vision that hopefully will resonate. All this moving around and travel is for sure exhausting but so incredibly inspiring with life exeprieces that I fill into my songs. I am excited however to settle down for a bit and move a bit less to really be able to concentrate and especially write some stories without interruption due to a plane to catch.

So guess what, my suitcases are officially unpacked and stored away, I’m in my sneakers sitting on my couch and maan, I can’t take that smile of my face. No matter how much I love to travel, to get lost, to feel wild and free like a bird, there’s no place like home. There’s no feeling like being home, in your little nest and nurture these little things you’ve put together. One thing’s missing though, my girl Fiona couldn’t come back to L.A with me this time. We’re still finishing her visa and for now she’s got to stay in Europe for a while, work on her DJing and on other personal projects. So of course, we keep texting each other non stop, from the moment we said goodbye to each other in Paris to when my plane laded, our brains are connected. Is it kind of freaky?

With all of this being said, I’m happy to share with you a casual serie of images that Fiona actually shot of we me while we were out and about in Paris. For the occasion, I wanted to show you two looks as I’ve just recently received these two gorgeous bags from Monnier Frère as part of my latest collab with them. Hope you guys saw my wishlist selection on their website, so many stunning pieces, it’s worth taking a look at. Anyway I have to say, I’ve been wearing these two gems non stop from the moment I got them. The first one is this gorgeous Proenza Schouler white bag, I love the silver metal beads that embelish the bag and add a very playful yet modern twist to it. The other one by Jerome Dreyfus, a.k.a Isabel Marrant’s partner, looks to me like the perfect bag of “Une Parisienne” with it’s camel shade and golden strap. It feels very Jane Birkin, kind of 60ies to me, perfect for a day of running errands when you need to keep all your lucky charms by your side while on the go! Enjoy babes xx

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Ana @champagnegirlsabouttown 3 June 2016 / Reply

I wish I looked so good in bangs as you do!
Major jealousy

Such a stunner and super stylish woman you are!! I’m loving your boots and bag!
Also, yes, I do agree that there’s no such great feeling as coming back home and laying down in your own bed. :)

Your outfits are amazing as always Kristina! So happy that you are posting a lot on the blog lately! All the best with your music ;) xoxo

These are such fabulous and daring looks. love the hair!

wow these bags are adorable!
Fash ‘n’ fudge
Fash ‘n’ fudge

Damn, Kristina, how can you be so beautiful! <3 And yes, there really is no place like home!


Love it!

You look so Parisian! I love the detailing on that skirt! And the suede jacket is fabulous!

You are lucky to be able to call LA your home :)
You look wonderful as well!

Great bags!!!

Don’t miss my monthly outfits recap…concentrated inspiration!! ;)
❤ Kisses from

Love your outfits! Greetings from Switzerland.

Love your skirt in the first photo!
|| D I A N A ||

It is so nice when we’re having a good friend that we were connected each other yet u two separated by another country yet continent.
Good luck to all of u KayTeam ^^

Those outfits are really pretty, I love the dress !

WOW!!! So chic!!! <3

I looove these boots so much

Vanessa from

I am in love with the first look. amazing.

Amazing outfits! Love the combo of the dark colors in the second look!

Awww, dear Fiona will be back! Hold on, Kristina!
Anyway, I love your bag here. I can’t wait for your musical outputs!

- Seyra x

Bonjour Kristina,
je me présente en quelque mots : je suis Judith, jeune fille française aux grandes ambitions et à mes heures perdues une passionnée d’art, de couture et de mode…
J’aurais aimé savoir d’ou proviennent vos magnifiques bottes et splendide jupe ?

Dans l’attente de votre réponse,


Loving the long boots look during the summer!


Such gorgeous bags!


These so gorgeous and fashionable looks!
Jill D Blog

That Jerome Dreyfus back is absolutely gorgeous. I’m a sucker for anything camel right now.

You look gorgeous! I can’t wait to hear your music!

xx, Diane ||

Looking good!

Your daily inspiration and motivation on

That mini skirt is to die for!

It’s such a great feeling seeing those palm trees out the window– I know exactly what you mean. Feel it every time I come back from a trip.

Brenda xx

Pernille 5 June 2016 / Reply

I would give away my right arm to switch life with you for a day! ☀️☀️❤️

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Gorgeous looks to go with Paris! Loveeee

this looks amazing kristina and i hope to hear more of your music career.

By now, I think we all got used to your dark hair! :) You look fantastic here!

Loving your trench so much and the way you paired it with those boots <3 :) Such a chic outfit that's perfect for long walks on the Parisian streets! And happy that you're finally back in LA! I know what you mean about traveling – it can be fun, but it definitely does take a toll on you if you never get to rest properly! Hope you're relaxing lots now that you're back at home!

XO, Elizabeth

Love your new brunette color! Welcome back to LA, I’m glad that you’re happy to be at home here!

Characters & Carry-ons

— WOMEN sit, or move to and fro, some old, some young
The young are beautiful, but the old are more beautiful

— Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me
Why should you not speak to me
And why should I not speak to you

— My destiny threw me on you as if you’re the last female

— The sum of all known value and respect
I add up in you, whoever you are
Not music or rhyme I want
Only the lull I like
The hum of your valved voice

— Stand up for
Your very flesh shall be a great poem

— Unscrew the locks from the doors
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs
Touch me, touch my body, be not afraid of my body
Pass the palm of your hand to my body
My body is the city
So enter from any door you please
And do what you please
And let me sleep

— Sara deceitful and pure
She says she’s twenty three years old yet
And that she never came close to anyone other than me
And I believed everything Sara said

Sara has two diabolical breasts
Their concerns are to break the commandments
And her golden breast enters the flesh of the mirror
And becomes prettier when she commits sin

And I see, fixate things
And clearly and mysterious so my hands fail me
Sara is wet and ripe like mountain apples
And at the cross of gulfs my blood flowed
Sara is ready like a royal peacock
And a pomegranate flower
Many possibilities open
My minerals explode
And the unknown calls for me
What had taken over me
Sara repeats she never touched anyone but me
So when will I make my move ..

Amazing pictures Kristina! You make a stunning brunette.

Amazing photos, I love those leather shorts and the lace-up skirt!
And thanks for sharing the matcha cafe in Paris, I have never been able to find matcha when I’m there xx

Nice to hear you had great time traveling in Europe! I love that outfit, especially the coat and oh those black boots :D

Gorgeous look !

super cool outfits! love the shorts :)

x Lilli
please check out my fashionblog if you want:

You look amazing with this outfit! Kisses

First off : Don’t go back to blonde … ever !! This hair color is so freaking awesome and suits you perfectly. Second : killer boots :) and last, well these bags are obviously really great. Prefer the white one though :)

x GITTA //

Wonderful outfits and images! You look amazing! Love your skirts and bags!

I’m loving your photo’s and especially that first outfit. So good. That bag is amazingggg. xx, Erin –

So happy to hear your music is going well! So in love with your hair x

Summer, The Twins Wardrobe

So envious that you got to see so much of paris and enjoy croissants every morning! An absolute dream of mine- You look so classy in all of these photos! X

Both of the looks are lovely, I especially love the one with the detailed skirt! So incredible. xxx check out my blog, I design and study art.

Jacky V. 15 June 2016 / Reply

Hope you´re having a great time at your home :)

My photography-blog:

j’aime bien le top blanc, simple, ajusté, élégant.

I love you so much,
and I admire you so much,
and I know that you are the best of women.

Pretty nice stuff, I think I’ll come up with something called “Girls Corner” or something similar and will definitely mention Monnier Frère. Their bags are well designed and unique.
Stefan Buzas

I am glad I have some free time at last so I can comment here :) You know what? When you decide to be classy, there’s no one out there that can beat you at it. Admit it: you are the classiest woman alive – even when you don’t really mean to be that ! Trés élégante!

Andreea Grigore 30 June 2016 / Reply

The white bag is really beautiful! And I’m like sad when you and Fiona are not together!
A big hug Kristina!!

you are extremly hot, sexy and erotic. i going down on my knis in front of you. one of the hotest women on earth!

You look great. I would like to see you in some evening dresses as well.

Looks great.Love to see more update

J’aime particulièrement le look noir et blanc :) Sinon, je trouve que les livres devraient être plus légers, parce que c’est vraiment pas pratique pour voyager avec ;)

This really very helpful for me,I bookmark this website for the future purpose!

Hi Kayture!
We recently launched a website Wayuu Bags and your website was a very helpful in the photos and products we wanted to sell. Have you ever heard of the Wayuu People? They were our driving force to get this company started. A portion of the proceeds of each Wayuu Made purchase will go directly to Aguayuda, a non-profit organization in Colombia, whose mission is to improve life and health in poor rural communities through clean water, sanitation and education, of which include the Wayuu people.
Thank you for being such a great inspiration for us. Keep up the great work!

Love your blog, i saw your blog and was inspired to create my own… Even just after my first two posts i realised wow this is hard! I wonder how you do all this?!?! Truly Amazing.

And between one love and another
And between one left, and another who’ll come
I’m looking for you here .. and there
As if the only time is your time
And all the dates pouring in your eyes

How can I explain this feeling that spreads
How you flap in my mind,like a dove
When I am in the presence of another woman
I travel behind you, enter all the airports
Ask all the hotels
about you, you might come across

And between two promises .. and two women
And between a train comes and another goes
There are five minutes
I invite you to a cup of tea before travel
I assure you a bit, and I complain to you a bit

What do you call this dispersion
How does infidelity become a solution
And how can hypocrisy be beautiful

And between words of love in all languages
There is a talk just for you
And your hair will connect the student with your instincts
And between tea time and writing time, there is a time
Where the sea shall be full of waves
And between a point of ink
And another ink point
There is time

When that hair surprises me without waiting
And the minutes become pregnant with a thousand bursts
Where letters become suicide
They fly like a butterfly between the notebook and fingers
Be the soul closest ever to the sky
And we sleep together, between the intervals
And sex become, a quick beat on the typewriter

And between autumn and winter
There is a chapter called separation of crying
In moments of suicide of hope, and death of hope
In moments of contradictions
When the talk become, and love against me
And at moment when all women are alike
All letters are similar to the typewriter
And become even the breasts
Who have sponsored me to the throne against me
And in moments when I am sitting on the roads of grief alone
I think about you, so my life becomes a rose garden
In a few moments

How can I fight fifty years on two fronts
How can I scatter my skin on two continents
How do I flirt with others, how do I prostrate others
How do I change someone else’s bra
How ?!
When you are traveling in the veins of the hands

And between the beauties of each race and color
And hundreds of faces that convince me
And between a wound I am looking for,
And a wound searches for me
Thinking about your age
The age of candles, and incense,
What do you call this puzzle

And how this audience explained the absence,
This absence attendance
And how can I be here .. and be there
And how they want me to see them
And there is no female on the earth except you

And I love you when I’m with another
And my tongue always stutter
And I cheer on your name when I call her
Study the similarities between the lines of your palm
And between the lines of her hands

I feel I’m betraying the truth
When I wrap the shawl around her neck
When I compare my nostalgia to you with that to her
How I claim that I’m with her while I’m, with you ..

‘One thing you might know about me is that I like a good, open, challenging conversation. The bigger, the deeper the subject is, the better.’ – Kristen Bazan

I hold you above the city of California
A sword of jasmine
Candlestick of gold
And declare victory

I raise you in the face of Badawians,
A kingdom of marble
And assassinate all the kings of the sects
And you’r my princess

I throw my passport in the sea
And your name is my nationality
I throw all my dictionaries into the fire
And I call you, my language

I accompany the children on a school trip
Around your blosoms
They hunt water ducks
Play ice rollers
They see – on nature – Spherical of the Earth

I will leave you in the face of the evil
Holy book, a white Pigeon
And for the birds,
A promise of trees, and a water fountain ..

Day-stopped dialogue between your bathing breast on instagram
And between the warring tribes on the water
Announced the rain clouds strike
And the sky declined permit for birds to mate
And it became like, the moon as a form of lantern

The day they expelled me from the tribe
Because I left a poem at the entrance of your bosom
And left a rose


Do not ask why I am with you
I want to run away from the republic of thirst
I want to get out of my bed
I sit under the trees
And washed with spring water
And to learn from Kristina

Decadence is not the ignorance of the basicss of grammar
But ignorance of the principles of femininity

- Instigram inspiration -

After fifty years of age
I retired from love
when I felt that I got tired
when I discovered that I got defeated
and when my arrogance broke

So I booked a place for my sadness
in all the airports
and I canceled all my bookings after a while
as I did not know where to go
or which country I am heading

And after 34 years which seperate us
I became sure that all whom I met
before you were mirage
and illusion

After 34 years
I realizeded that
love doesn’t stand on the red light
and I acknowledged that
you are a light on the path
and a land of peace

- Full regards to you princess -

There is no shame in getting help:

Many of friends,

many relationships,

many connections I can make

and at my hand,

- when I want -

thousands of options

but what puzzles me!

why you, yourself

in Particular,

I love …….. ?

Few men would be brave enough to say :
“The vagina is a very special place”

- instagram inspiration -

There is who loves you quietly, and respects you gently,
And desires you privately, and walks away
When he sees you busy with someone other than him,
And his ego restrains him from getting near you,
And contents himself with the love for the sake of love
But I returned to you
Riding on the backs of the clouds
Haven’t slept for centuries
Deliver me from these problematics
And reconcile me with myself
You with your fathomless eyes
Your body is extreme, mystical, holy
For centuries, no miracle
Has touched the earth
Take off your clothes
I want to write different words for you
To invent a language for you alone
To fit the size of your body
For I am mute, but your body knows
Every tongue
Take off your clothes
I meditate your body
What’ll I say!
Beautiful you are, so much
Be less beautiful
So I can grasp my breath
Like birth and death,
Your body is unrepeatable

When I love you
A new language springs up
New cities, new countries discovered
The hours breathe like puppies
Wheat grows between the pages of books
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying indian herbs
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat

When I love you your breasts shake off their shame,
Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm

When I love you the arab cities leap up and demonstrate
Against the ages of repression
And the ages of revenge against the laws of the tribe
And I, when I love you
March against ugliness
Against the kings of salt
Against the institutionalization of the desert
And I shall continue to love you
Until the world flood arrives..

- Lolita .. Why .. women .. pee .. after .. sex?

- Sure to answer some of your top queries..

- On .. “OUT”

- Too big

- Scorpio .. in .. the .. dark

- I do not trust you

- Neither .. do .. I

- Fuck you

- Fuck .. you .. too

In a sea of people, my eyes will always search for you … found You, and then
my soul saw you and it kind of went, oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you.

Soetimes we search to open up and release the deep or darker side of ourselves to someone. And I read part of your blog, and noticed your photos. Your photos and your style particulary in writing affected in me to extend. I thought I found a real artist to whom I could share what goes in side me about her posts and ideas in a moment of divine. And I thought I found a smart person who verifies between a letter and a comment. I think I’ve mentioned that earlier to you, and last year when I posting to you with my real name ‘Ahmed. But looks like I was so wrong, and it’s not your fault of course.
I sent to you selected poems or some I worked on which truly refects my feelings or secret ‘desires’ down the self.
The thing that I got in return is that you threw me naked in front of everyone, which means to me, that you are so self centered and the idiot who will trust you.

And all that you mentioned about self discovery or working outside the box, is just an illusion or a trap to get more fools like me; while your main concern is how many doormatt followers you make, and how many likes or shares or false comments you collect from some of your followers while the rest of them are sleeping in the back seat.

Not @friend anymore.

“_AMO_ UR_ HOT_ EL_”

How many posts for him on instagram, and how long you been lying next to the pool on kayture, do you think he didn’t notice!
Aren’t you tired of folloing him?
He won’t heal you till you heal him
Hide his posts, he’s checking
They were for you not for those around, ScorpiO
Go in bikini show me your ass.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.