31 August 2009

Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone
Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone

(at 3:57 and on, my heart faltered.)

5:51 PM;

20 August 2009

From the book, The Elegance of the Hedgehog.

12:03 PM;

14 August 2009

Remember I mentioned the innumerable diy projects I've been working on for my room? So now, it's time for another room tour! These are some pictures Meiling and I snapped when she came over the other day.

2:34 PM;

12 August 2009

I've been so charmed by this song and its video, I can't seem to get it off my mind.

The line below from an article I read awhile back has been haunting me as well. It scares me quite a bit, in the way when things sometimes strike a little too close to home.

the unhinging sensation that she would forever be an inch away from the life she was so hungrily seeking

When do things which stir and inspire cross over to become vicious reminders of what appear so very out-of-reach?

12:20 AM;

09 August 2009

, originally uploaded by Cristo Bedoya.

Being a Grup isn't, as it turns out, all about holding on to some misguided, well-marketed idea of youth - or, at least, isn't just about that. It's also about rejecting a hand-me-down version of adulthood that asks, or even necessitates, that you let go of everything you ever felt passionate about. It's about reimagining adulthood as a period defined by promise, rather than compromise.

What, or rather, who is a Grup? You can find out in the article here. I have it printed out and it has been my no-fail pick-me-up for the longest time.

1:07 AM;

06 August 2009

dialogue #2

A: I lied, I don't want to go it alone. What good will that do me? What I love most, what I cannot get out of my mind, is the way you lean your forehead against the glass window to look at the world go by. When your eyes take on that sheen, and I know they're traveling, flitting past these fields that you know you may never see again, or will never see again with the same eyes, thinking these same thoughts.

B: You know what I love most? I love that moment when I know you're sitting there in the back seat with bated breath. When you fall silent in anticipation of whatever spectacular sight we're about to see. And then, and then that gasp, when we turn the corner and it was all wildflowers and ocean. In those moments, it feels like life is worth it.

A: All wildflowers and ocean...I will never forget that spellbinding vista for as long as I live.

11:57 AM;

02 August 2009

sophie on tuesday, originally uploaded by dom.odonnell.

Born with what my mum defined as an "artistic temperament," Gretchen
floated from blossom to blossom in a blissful haze. Staring dreamily up at the
sky, she tripped over logs and stepped out in front of speeding bicycles. When
the casts were placed on her arms and legs, she personalized them with Magic
Marker daisies and fluffy clouds. Physically she'd been stitched up more times
than the original flag, but mentally nothing seemed to touch her. You could tell
Gretchen anything in strict confidence, knowing that five minutes later, she
would recall nothing but the play of shadows on your face. It was like having a
foreign-exchange student living in our house. Nothing we did or said made any
sense to her, as she seemed to follow the rules and customs of some exotic,
faraway nation where the citizens drilled the ground for oil paint and picked
pastels from the branches of stunted trees. Without copying anyone else, she had invented her own curious personality, which I envied even more than her artistic ability.

- Me Talk Pretty One Day,
David Sedaris

1:35 PM;

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I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing time, warms my tranquil heart.

- The Elegance of the Hedgehog,
Muriel Barbery


Tan Leather Chair

Nicely Skewed Charm


The Glass Pane

go fug yourself


Some Required

Style Bubble

The cherry blossom girl

The Unicorn Diaries

Fashion Pirates



Katy Elliott

A Bloomsbury Life

An Aesthete's Lament

notes by naive


daydream lily

Mori Girl



Windy Days

Flying Saucer

Style Sightings

The Sartorialist

Garance Dore

Face Hunter

Copenhagen Street Style

Glam Canyon

Stil in Berlin

Hel Looks

Her Famed Good Looks


Visual Dizziness

the skull set

You Aint No Picasso

Said the Gramophone





desire to inspire

The Selby

Cozy Little Whimsy Nook


Inside A Black Apple

My Folk Lover

Pink Bedroom


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