Wednesday, November 9, 2011

This life I've made on my own, it's lonely with the love I've known



I've long been a fan of Holly Miranda. Her album 'The Magician's Private Library' is an album I rate highly, solely because it constantly moves me to move; and as a dancer, this is something I prize very highly from a musician.
I love this song, and am choreographing to it at present. This version doesn't give full scope to the song (in my opinion), but the gypsy violin is gorgeous, and I think her vocals here (live), are sublime.
I recommend the album for any little neuvo-folk freaks out there; it's very lovely.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Dior Couture Patrick Demarchelier



Stop it right now; Patrick Demarchelier has a new book out on....Dior Couture.
I bet it's completely spectacular and perfect and I WANT IT for my collection.
He got Jeff Koons to write the forward; worth it for that alone, methinks!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Angel Jackson













The 'Lucky' one, the 'Pow', and one of the feathered ones please. Thankyou.

Monday, October 31, 2011

The Beard Review







I've been meaning to make this post for a long time. Because that was actually the deal. When beloved was wooing me, we were bantering one night on the phone, and I casually mentioned that if he grew a beard, I would a) probably want to kiss on him; and b) would document it on my blog.
A day or so later, I received an email entitled 'Day 1' and a picture of his face. It continued for a full month, with little insights into his day, comments, much flirtatious dialogue and at the end of the month....he got kissed on. A lot.
Months and months later; this is the post I mentioned. The kisses? He gets loads of them constantly :)

Friday, October 28, 2011

Escape

Yesterday was one of the worst days I've ever had. It was an absolute shocker. Tears, terrors; everything bad that could have happened, did happen yesterday.
Part way through I was sitting alone trying to gather myself all back together, and despairing that there seemed to be pieces missing, and I decided to look at some art by Ellen Rogers, whom I've long adored.
And I imagined being safe and covered in jewels; living in one of her beautiful worlds. And that stopped my heart racing a little bit. So I imagined harder, and harder, and harder...and I slowly calmed down, and I was able to leave the cafe where I'd been dying in a corner, walk outside, through the city, and home again. And while I was walking, I kept my mind focused on how lovely I would feel if I was in an Ellen Rogers photograph.
Aberrant Necropolis is her new book, and I'm crazy-keen to get my own copy...which I can carry around with me in case of future life-quakes.


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

La Recoleta




A city of the dead, with streets and street lamps. Longing to go and get lost amidst the tombs.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Lloyd Simmons






LUISAVIAROMA

ALINARI STEFANO

ERE BY REPOSSI

STEPHEN WEBSTER

GISELE GANNE


BLISS ROSE

BLISS ROSE

CA&LOU

NESSA

LIA DI GREGORIO

IOSSELLIANI


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