January 9, 2009
December 15, 2008
December 14, 2008
russian fur hats&bridal veils plus new room inspiration
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Images from Foto Decadent, Free People blog, Pepperminte, Fifi Lapin, & The Cherry Blossom Girl
December 10, 2008
and float me on the waves
The roof seems so inviting
A vantage point is gained
To watch the children fighting
So lead me to the harbour
And float me on the waves
Sink me in the ocean
To sleep in a sailors grave
To sleep in a sailors grave
-Moby
Although I love fashion I think this blog is going to be a lot more concentrated on photography. Some people get into photography because of fashion, I'm into fashion because of photography. I just didnt know a blog could be about photography when I started this. You'll still get to see outfits though because I think its so fun to dress myself as well as my friends up.
December 7, 2008
grandmas and wolves
November 30, 2008
my little horse must think it queer




These photos are for my ABC Tag (from Michelle of Un Beret Noir)
The rules are:
1. If you are tagged, link to the person who tagged you.
2. If someone tagged you, start with the letter that comes after the one the person that tagged you ended with.
3. You have to do 1 letter, and if you like it, you can do a max of 3 letters before you pass the tag to someone else.
4. Tell the person you tagged that she/he has been tagged. Also link to that person.
5. Feel free to do what you want with this ABC, your letters are all yours!
I just did S. So I tag Madison of Urban Audrey for T.
November 24, 2008
stars that please the night
I have had insane amounts of tests
November 13, 2008
thanks
I think it says something like:
Do you fairy tales? If so, don't miss the blog of this Canadian. "There are many ways of viewing the world and this is mine." She demonstrates this with her posts of poems, songs, books, and looks to recall. We love her capacity to mix everyday clothing and convert it into a wardrobe befitting a romantic history. We love her exposure of stars and florals of every type. And all of her accesories, especially her vintage gloves.
Anyone who speaks better spanish want to translate?
November 12, 2008
hush of ovens, aeroplanes and of distan car horns. a pulse, your pulse.
My mum just got back from Holland with tartan tights for me, a huge flower hairclip, speculaas, a plastic figurine of Zwart Piet, pumpkin and gourd shaped chocolates. She also shared hazy pictures of the furniture she has purchased as well as an exciting shot of the Just Sold sign. I can't wait to see our new house (we sold our cottage and have purchased a new one.) If anyone has any good interior design inspiration sites please share!
I leave you with the Polaroid I took as a test shot for the B+W film roll I have to do on the theme of Doubles. I have some things planned with outlines,mirrors and twins...November 5, 2008
Barack Hussein Obama

"I get it. I realize that I am not the likeliest candidate for this office. I don't fit the typical pedigree, and I haven't spent my career in the halls of Washington. But I stand before you tonight because all across America something is stirring. What the naysayers don't understand is that this election has never been about me; it's about you."
I am inspired.
November 1, 2008
freakshow circus








October 28, 2008
they fade with the dream of you.and the burning bed floats higher
Y es un pájaro a volar
Y es un pájaro a volar
En la noche que se incendia,
El infierno es este cielo
Estrella de oscuridad
Heart running on empty
So lost without you"
Burn It Blue. Frida.
It snowed today. Snow and rain make me feel free. Like the sky is releasing any tension and just pouring it all out. During study hall I took pictures with my friends in the brick and ivy atrium, and sipped apple cider. But as soon as I got back into class with teachers reminding us to look at the board, not the snow I returned to the dull reality of work. It just goes on an on in a circle and I can't rest. I feel like I'm wasting my time.
October 24, 2008
a gigantic white stallion appears mysteriously to a Traveller
shut up its windows and drawn shades in an old maidenly preoccupation with self protection which bordered on mechanical paranoia



Until this day, how well the house had kept its peace. How carefully it had inquired, 'Who goes there? What's the password?" and, getting no answer from the onely foxes and whining cats, it had shut up its windows and drawn shades in an old-maidenly preoccupation with self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia.
It quivered at each sound, the house did. If a sparrow brushed a window, the shade snapped up. The bird, startled, flew off! No, not even a bird must touch the house!" from There Will Come Soft Rains.One of my favourite short stories.

October 22, 2008
where the future plays it all night long
Swallow words one by one.
Your folks got high a quarter to five.
Don’t you feel your growing up undone.
Nothing but the local DJ.
He said he had some songs to play.
What went down from this fooling around.
Gave hope and a brand new day.
Nothing was the same again.
All about where and when.
Blowing our minds in our lives unkind.
Gotta love the bpl.
When the smoke was all baton
Remember how this all begun.
We wore his love like a hand in a glove.
Where the future plays it all night long.
-Great DJ by the Ting Tings


Pins:HEMA,my 7th grade spanish teacher
and a Colplay concert
Rosette:Kitsch Kitchen
Jacket:Silence+Noise at Urban Outfitters
Tee shirt:Fruit of the Loom
Pantaloons:black velvet Seven For All Mankind
Shoes:Steve Madden {a gift from Solestruck.com)
The amazing Daniel of http://www.solestruck.com// gifted me with these Steve Madden heels. Dank u wel! October 19, 2008
then practice losing farther, losing faster
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster
-One Art, By Elizabeth Bishop




Dress:Vevet Torch
Peacock clip: Urban Outfitters
Tights:American Apparel
Shoes:Corso Como
October 14, 2008
a narcissistic post
self portriat Six Random Things About Me
1) Unless someone is inside, I turn off the
2) I'm a vegetarian.
3) I always set the volume of my speakers in multiples of three.
5) I love eerie music.
Six Random Things I Like
1) Digressions
2) People who say thank you
3) Rainbow sprinkles
4) Blustry Fall days
5) Eating fresh snow. I'm a freak, I know.
6) Black cats
Six Random Things I Don't Like
1) When you smile at someone on the street and
October 12, 2008
sitting careless on a granary floor
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.


Seriously if I could buy that whole store I would.
socks:unknown
Shoes:Corso Como
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October 11, 2008
across her skirt and tinsel bodice



fit for a king of several centuries back.
A little circus horse with real white hair.
His eyes are glossy black.
He bears a little dancer on his back.
She stands upon her toes and turns and turns.
A slanting spray of artificial roses
is stitched across her skirt and tinsel bodice.
Above her head she poses
another spray of artificial roses.




The drawings I do every year in math class are probably the reason I always end up with a C. But I just can't pay attention to sensible math talk.
I really really truly wish I could open my own school. It would be held in a perfectly disassembling old mansion and all the desks would be these gaudy old things from thrift stores and have little lamps on them. We would wander around outside reading Elizabeth Bishop, Sylvia Plath, Sara Teasdale, Robert Frost and loads of short stories. Some rich old woman would donate millions of dollars so we could get a school jet and then we would travel to India and Italy and Iceland and interview the people and learn about their culture.
And yes, I do think about this a lot.
October 9, 2008
are we human? or are we dancer?
There is no message we're receiving
Are we human? Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital My hands are cold
And I'm on my knees Looking for the answers















Skye (the blond one's alias) wears a Mossimo lace dress over a J.Crew skirt, Abercrombie leggings, Gap scarf, her sister's socks, unknown brand shoes.

















































