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.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Here we are again.

Anxiety creeping in... I want nothing more in the world than to go back to bed and hide from another week.

I found this really old editorial that I had in a Harpers Bazaar magazine years ago... beautiful.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

On the bandwagon...

Well not really, cos I maintain I liked her very early on.
She is beautiful, having a stellar show season, does incredible editorials and advertising campaigns and has an enviable wardrobe and street style.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Mary Katrantzou Fall

Inspired by antique teacups, teapots, Fabergé eggs, Meissen porcelain, cloisonné enamel, and Ming vases.... Amazing!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Suicide Tuesdays

Worst day... Will 2011 please get better, it is inspiring little confidence in me at the moment.
Its very early in the year for me to lose faith already.
Hoping for a miracle.

Now for some happy pictures!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Time for things to get better...

Your always after someone's game,
 You want the top, the musics not the same, 
And walking out, well thats my guess, 
The clocks will stop as it gets worse, Then I dont know, But its all gone.  
It's gone, gone, gone, gone It's time for things to get better, It's time for things to move on, 
Instead of this, You won't, won't, won't, won't be staying with me forever, Cause this is, its my last stand, 
It's my last stand.  
You always sa'y I cant relate, 
My nervous pulse tell me the same, 
At least I tried to make this work, 
Our problem is that your too tough, 
It's thicker skin, than it's ever been.  
Now you won't, now you just won't belive me, 
You had your head in the sand, Now you wont, 
now you just wont belive me, You had your head in the sand.  

Friday, February 11, 2011

Every me...

Sucker love is heaven sent. You pucker up, our passion's spent. My hearts a tart, your body's rent. My body's broken, yours is bent. Carve your name into my arm. Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed. Cuz there's nothing else to do, Every me and every you. Sucker love, a box I choose. No other box I choose to use. Another love I would abuse, No circumstances could excuse. In the shape of things to come. Too much poison come undone. Cuz there's nothing else to do, Every me and every you. Every me and every you, Every Me...he Sucker love is known to swing. Prone to cling and waste these things. Pucker up for heavens sake. There's never been so much at stake. I serve my head up on a plate. It's only comfort, calling late. Cuz there's nothing else to do, Every me and every you. Every me and every you, Every Me...he Every me and every you, Every Me...he Like the naked leads the blind. I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind. Sucker love I always find, Someone to bruise and leave behind.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Go away week.

Not coping with you at all.
Desperate to feel settled and calm.
Cant shake this uncomfortable and irritated space.
Please be over soon.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Exciting News

She's back.

Awake at inconvenient times

My internet is super speedy this late at night, so here comes the image dump...


Just a few.