Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Friday, February 26, 2010


It was your hair that did it
It was your hair that lit the fuse
A golden brown halo
Like sunlight peering through trees
I ask you for the time, but I am asking for so much more
A moth to your light bulb, you made my heart beat faster

Paralyze me, with your kiss
Wipe those dirty hands, on me
Maybe we're looking for the same thing
Maybe you're the one who will complete me

Oh how beauty burns, lips and eyes and fingertips
The spark of desire on every point our bodies meet
Behind your eyes were stars, infinite and serene
How I would suffer for you, you fascinate and magnetize me

Sometimes I think, I would float away
If this sadness did not weigh me down

Isolation. I pity you more than me.

People are liars... And you suck.
I have many problems, I dont hide them. They exist and I embrace them because I know you cannot always cast them to the shadows.
If you are a liar and a hater I pity you more than anything!
I understand that people lie to other people to protect themselves from the truth more than anyone... but lie to yourself and you are eternally doomed. You will never be at peace with your soul and you with be fighting a war for the rest of your life!
Good luck my friend... God be with you. You need it.

Randomness utilized.

I cannot be fucked reporting on anymore fashion week, it seems so forced and generic. (if Rachel Zoe can get stuck in traffic and miss siting front row at Prada does anyone really give a shit what my personal opinion on the show is... probably not?)

Prada was lovely and Fendi was nice, I may backtrack when I have less exciting new pictures to post and report properly on the new Autumn/Winter trends. In the meantime when I have a limited attention span and my internet is working so well I feel it necessary to upload an overload of images that are yet to be utilized... stay tuned for more randomness.



A Chorus Line

Moulin Rouge






Dedication to my first love.

Thursday, February 25, 2010


(Please note: this was meant to be posted on Thursday, my internet denied me the posting of this at its time of relevance)
Working is awesome. Its long and exhausting... but its great.
Tomorrow is Friday. This does not excite me in the least at the moment.
Saturday after work will be fantastic cos I get catch up with my Fox... God knows what that will involve... besides vodka (and thats probably the most of it!)
Anyways, as I have no particular deep or emotional insight to anything this evening (as opposed to last night when I felt it necessary to vent the wounds of my sub-conscience) on with the image dump...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


The worst possible idea... there is no other description for what I just put myself through except for severe emotional (not physical) self inflicted harm.
It took no more than 40 seconds to cause the damage, I dont know how long the pain will take to subside. It hurts so much.
P.S Also pretty fucking amusing that how when you require a government initiative mental health website in your time of need it wont fucking load! WELL DONE!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Catch up.

Over the last few days Ive begun working full time again... kind of thrown me around a little.
Having massive sleep withdrawals (along with other things), experiencing constant stomach cramps and other unpleasant symptoms, had complete lack of time to blog or catch up on the important issues of the world... Aka... Fashion Week.
Im sure I will start dealing better with life when the money starts rolling in and I can see the fruits of my labour... Aka... new clothes.

Saturday, February 20, 2010


Sitting down at the computer in an odd state of mind, I'm amazed at what's before my eyes. Since the day I met you, I always knew you had something special.

Don't discount yourself, don't sell yourself short, don't doubt.

When I sat down with you nearly a year ago and said I believed you could achieve whatever you wanted...I meant it. Put simply you are a brilliant mind. The strength of your character to deal with life's issues is something I draw on as I struggle through my own existence. In particular the way you manage to do this without becoming a jaded, cynical, nasty person. It would be so easy to go down that road, but you don't, and you stopped me.

It's amazing how I usually have the confidence to talk about anything and everything to you, but these thoughts just have to be left here. Not to be spoken of, just to be known. Delete, keep, whatever you like, just remember the day your blog was hi-jacked by a boy blown away.


Friday, February 19, 2010

Presents for the Hamilton Runaway

HAMILTON ISLAND AKA; Point of the universe void of all aspects of technology and modern life... except golf courses! So for those living on another planet I bring you these gifts...


MARION COTILLARD in 'Another Magazine'

ISELIN and the unattainable body

Tragically Beautiful M.C.Q Campaign

ABBEY Russian Vogue Cover

Hope you feel slightly more up to date with civilisation.